LYRIC

Yo
I'm fresher than a sprig of mint frozen in an ice cube in a drink that's mixed
Or an air conditioned beverage convention inside an igloo
I get you to start dancing
Start to romancing thoughts of me
All up inside of you ferociously
This drink is supposed to be made with a zesta lime
Keep chopping new mints to keep the breath fresh to rhyme
And I'm zesting the rime
And solely about mine

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