[Verse 1]
I once had a dream of buying out the bar
Then flexing in my section like a fucking star
Pause it and hit it
Mixed emotions my potion
Just floating, I'm living and not forgetting, forget it
Forget it, you'll never do it
Like Apu and a monkey sitting on a carpet ready to fly
Embarking on my fuckin' journey, you got
Squirming like you learning to rot
Get the fuck on or die again
No robot pumpkin head again
"Spit the friend," spits a friend
Ready to spit again
Get the type of music that sounds technological to it, new shit
What it beez like?
Give me the afternoon, give me that easy write
Give me some of the real shit, some of that G shit
Get some of the key words in that free shit
Freemason world shit, put it in a Mason jar and chug it
Then throw it on the ground like it's luggage
And piss on it like it's some fucking rubbish
In the back of my airplane flying across the sky about 3,000 feet to dive
[Verse 2]
Use everything you hold on don't booze on
You might cruise and crash to get the groove on
I spit the words like a wooton, Wu-Tang
Kick back and I might spit this new brain out this new thing
I got the chillest pills ill to thrill
Anybody wanna step to me to get a ill thrill, what?
Illuminati
Pop your whole body
Get your crevice fucking dripping whenever you see somebody that you like
White, but keep the shit fuck
But fuck that shit
I got dreams and aspirations to achieve
I got to be what I got to believe
Shit, who knew that we would have mp3's, shit!
Got a computer
I see thru everything I look at
I look in your eyes and see nothing but death, cat
See nothing but blackness
See nothing but no arms
See nothing but satisfaction and sadness
What's happening?
I once had a dream of buying out the bar
Then flexing in my section like a fucking star
Pause it and hit it
Mixed emotions my potion
Just floating, I'm living and not forgetting, forget it
Forget it, you'll never do it
Like Apu and a monkey sitting on a carpet ready to fly
Embarking on my fuckin' journey, you got
Squirming like you learning to rot
Get the fuck on or die again
No robot pumpkin head again
"Spit the friend," spits a friend
Ready to spit again
Get the type of music that sounds technological to it, new shit
What it beez like?
Give me the afternoon, give me that easy write
Give me some of the real shit, some of that G shit
Get some of the key words in that free shit
Freemason world shit, put it in a Mason jar and chug it
Then throw it on the ground like it's luggage
And piss on it like it's some fucking rubbish
In the back of my airplane flying across the sky about 3,000 feet to dive
[Verse 2]
Use everything you hold on don't booze on
You might cruise and crash to get the groove on
I spit the words like a wooton, Wu-Tang
Kick back and I might spit this new brain out this new thing
I got the chillest pills ill to thrill
Anybody wanna step to me to get a ill thrill, what?
Illuminati
Pop your whole body
Get your crevice fucking dripping whenever you see somebody that you like
White, but keep the shit fuck
But fuck that shit
I got dreams and aspirations to achieve
I got to be what I got to believe
Shit, who knew that we would have mp3's, shit!
Got a computer
I see thru everything I look at
I look in your eyes and see nothing but death, cat
See nothing but blackness
See nothing but no arms
See nothing but satisfaction and sadness
What's happening?
( Bloobie )
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