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1. |
omg [freestyle]
01:55
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damn i wish you were here,
I'm bouncin off the wall right now
feeling comfortably numb though,
like i was on the dark side of the moon
so i might hit her with a line like
“i think youve got it all”
later i’ll be wiping off her back like
“i think i got it all?”
she said “take your time relax”
and if i would i could
unwind, let the time pass
nostalgia hits harder than an acid flashback
life is strange,
but it sure isnt boring
i’m fighting myself like i’m edward norden
my movements feel fluid, i’m soaring
my life is a movie, record me
i’m absolutely barnacles
i’ll @#$%&
and then #$@&%*!
like a motherfuckin sailor
it’s a cold night
city feels just like a jungle
she sittin pretty awful/humble
backtrack sample city rumble
you should slice a smile
upon your face [slice]
leave you stumblin [cut it up]
can’t make a trade
my styles ring tomes ancient
like witch craft [magic]
i’m where your bitch at
she make a quick snack [mm!]
while i relapse
then eat it off her back
feels like she’s seizing up on my lap
cat scratch make it look like she’s thinking thoughts too fast
makes me think about the past
makes me trip she blinks too fast
i pass out winks when i catch a glance
i pass out
you can tell 100 people, 100 things, 100 times
but i swear its when the one thing you need to hear...
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2. |
thank you dean blunt
02:41
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comin off that acid trip
i feel like ice i'm bout my drip
im not on that conscious tip
god still don’t know consciousness
here sit down and hold my spliff
feel that smoke like kali’s kiss
the gold will turn your soul to mist
that tar burns slow your soul is missed
the seasons bring back ghosts n shit
the cold is what they bring as gifts
the gold will turn your soul to mist
that tar burns slow your soul is missed
the seasons bring back ghosts n shit (bring it back, bring it back)
the cold is what they bring as gifts (take a hit)
you the type to lay your hands on a bitch
i’ma say a couple words and then i’ma take her quick
if she lame i wont even a lay a hand on a chick
make her roll my spliffs then i’ll tell her take a trip
wont cuff a bitch (never cuff a bitch)
unless she makes me rich (yeah)
unless she makes me rich (real rich)
if she a lame i wont say a word to a chick
just get her with a look then i’ll slip in then i’ll dip
you the type to lay your hands on a bitch
i’ma say a couple words and then i’ma take her quick
if she lame i wont even a lay a hand on a chick
make her roll my spliffs then i’ll tell her take a trip
wont cuff a bitch (never cuff a bitch)
unless she makes me rich (yeah)
unless she makes me rich (real rich)
if she a lame i wont say a word to a chick
just get her with a look then i’ll slip in then i’ll dip
moonlight slippin in my crypt
i’m sippin, potion drippin from my lips
villain posted on a throne with a succubus
gold tones even when the room aint lit
midas made it part of my wrist
flashin i’ll put your heart in arrest
bright lights, blink but i dont miss
gold tones your soul to mist
gold tones, your soul is missed
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3. |
hypnogogia
04:20
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I'ma floating shiva,
shit man I'ma leave this party,
I'm a space ship
on a beach, way all up in 5D
im virtual love child
shit, i dont need a body
feelin so wild
ima chew up on my sixth molly
told her: "get all up on top me,
im just tryna leave my body"
sip that patron
im so gone told my soul to go without me
sold neo his first iv
told him give me another call
he’s like “show me the other side please”
put chalk on that ball
need a girl like poison ivy
yeah i'm like a villain too
she can tease me on the nightly
as long as she rolls a blunt up good
i thought my mic was Keira nightly
speakin to it so smooth
i think i saw it smiling
boy you really think i’m wiling?
coyote acme fire
i’m not ignant im ignited
she’s yelling “get all up inside me”
put her soul in bindings
i could fuck her mind clean
she says i make her head spin
linda blair she needs an exorcism
i put my smoke up in the air again
let my hair down, feel it in the wind
im coughing up the demons from my lungs
while climbing jacob’s ladder by the rungs
they said it’s lonely at the top
but you get a clear sight
when you’re the only one
why the fuck does everybody say they want a goth bitch
they lethargic off these bong hits
i’ve been plotting for this shawty
pastel palette with a thotty body
she been actin all retarded
stuck inside her head for weeks
i’ve been fuckin up her noggin
"I sent that bitch a smiley face, bitches love smiley faces"
masked up in the back of a black acura
pull up to your palace. ima tag it up
i got mojo, wanna shag? pass the shwag
i’m in a daze this ain’t a phase
i can’t count my days
im just making plays
keith richards isn’t in a coffin
so i’m not stopping till i’ve seen the top
im tryna see life through
past my platinum days
i’m watchin happy days
i don’t gotta hack the game
but if i did i’d spawn a plane and fucking fly away
take off in a ufo, i’m tryna fuck in space
take it off, you know,
dont act like you got so amazed
you know the vibe just by the way they say my name
"oh my god i love king coffee"
she hit my phone with that now or later
pull up bout an hour later
she’s undressed, i’m procrastinating
dont see her for an hour maybe
lay her on the counter say she’s
quiet but i wont count it
laying on the couch sliding my van’s off
while she’s going off ontop it
im watchin tv: silent
i can hear the future calling
ive spent miles on this tide and
and i dont i see the shore yet
where am i goin? i dont know yet
but i know its gorgeous
yes i know that
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4. |
dissent
03:16
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[ “There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas]
blackin out, i feel like johnny rotten
i mean this beat has got me noddin
so many voices in my noggin
yellin loud like songs from lips of sirens
my god it’s so damn crowded
inhale a cloud to feel some balance
pour up, watch the mirror in the challis
reflecting tomes i hear the songs
echoin all through my palace
got the morb but i look gorgeous
crystal orb | sycamore forest
alchemist i breathe out balance
& this’ll probably pull a million
manic pixie dream girls who take bumps
and bump imagine dragons
ill be at my best and unimpressed
bright future but im viewin it through tints
check the roof i left some shoeprints
im bananas, charlotte sartre gon text me
like “ you think the shoe fits?”
hit her back like “who this”
my bitch just got a new bitch
who does her chores
picks up her new fits and brings us dro
we’re watching clueless,
writing our to do list, crossing it out as soon as ink sets
limousine clean, crystal tint, just like my princess
(wake up let’s go get some breakfast
i sleep in late im feeling great)
loves like a drug,
it really ties the room together
i think my mind makes worlds spin
life is like a ride or whatever
i cut the line so i could get in again and again and again forever
they hear the chimes
and these boys think they’re spitting prophecies
you’re not nostrodamus
you dont even understand the things you dream
fans dont want to hear you fabricate philosophies
just light some trees, lay back dont speak
you should probably rest in peace
feel it in your spine when they mention me
i don’t need to say it but the vibe:
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please i’m not forsaken,
fuck with satan so he’s thanking me
but i’m the only one who’s blessing me
stressin b, you’re probably the solution and the problem here
listen to those voices that you hear
those whispers and those voices that you hear
they probably know you better than you fear
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5. |
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comin off that acid trip
i feel like ice i'm bout my drip
im not on that conscious tip
god still don’t know consciousness
here sit down and hold my spliff
feel that smoke like kali’s kiss
the gold will turn your soul to mist
that tar burns slow your soul is missed
the seasons bring back ghosts n shit
the cold is what they bring as gifts
the gold will turn your soul to mist
that tar burns slow your soul is missed
the seasons bring back ghosts n shit (bring it back, bring it back)
the cold is what they bring as gifts (take a hit)
you the type to lay your hands on a bitch
i’ma say a couple words and then i’ma take her quick
if she lame i wont even a lay a hand on a chick
make her roll my spliffs then i’ll tell her take a trip
wont cuff a bitch (never cuff a bitch)
unless she makes me rich (yeah)
unless she makes me rich (real rich)
if she a lame i wont say a word to a chick
just get her with a look then i’ll slip in then i’ll dip
you the type to lay your hands on a bitch
i’ma say a couple words and then i’ma take her quick
if she lame i wont even a lay a hand on a chick
make her roll my spliffs then i’ll tell her take a trip
wont cuff a bitch (never cuff a bitch)
unless she makes me rich (yeah)
unless she makes me rich (real rich)
if she a lame i wont say a word to a chick
just get her with a look then i’ll slip in then i’ll dip
moonlight slippin in my crypt
i’m sippin, potion drippin from my lips
villain posted on a throne with a succubus
gold tones even when the room aint lit
midas made it part of my wrist
flashin i’ll put your heart in arrest
bright lights, blink but i dont miss
gold tones your soul to mist
gold tones, your soul is missed
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