Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pineal Gland, artist - Ab-Soul. Album song Control System, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.05.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Pineal Gland |
| Uh, It was all a dream, I swear it never happened |
| I wrote like Edgar Allen, I was po' like Edgar Allen |
| Let me hit the weed, you know I really need that |
| Missing screws, bending rules like kneecaps |
| I don’t even know what’s real, I’m just being real |
| Making moves, you just another human being; |
| being still |
| Play the fool, you jealous dudes are just a plate of food |
| Tell the truth, I’m the coldest cat, sabertooth |
| Blaze the booth, blaze the buddah, this ain’t hookah |
| You hit this shit a few times, you might see the future |
| Ask my nigga Blocka, we be rolling up that Blanka |
| Just retire, if I light this fire I might blow your block up |
| Enjoy your mind trip but don’t trip on your mind |
| No man is safe from the war going on outside |
| That’s right, you ever been conscious in a coma? |
| Please don’t tell my mama this ain’t marijuana |
| I might be tripping off that DMT |
| TDE, Limitless like we on NZT |
| I made my dreams reality, so to speak |
| Or so they say, I could still be asleep |
| The black sheep running with a pack of wolves |
| Diamond in the rough, tell Brock I need a pack of woods |
| Two white cups full of codeine |
| Plus I got two white sluts down to blow me |
| Can’t you see I’m floating, like root beer and ice cream |
| My synapses act like lightning, probably why I’m so enlightening |
| Probably why these niggas can’t fuck with me |
| I’m lookin like «who the fuck invited them?» |
| They failed in testing like what’s inside of them |
| (Soulo, Soulo) Say it like you mean it |
| My demeanor is the meanest, I’m gettin meaner by the minute |
| It’s mine, I spend it, my mind is spinning |
| Your time is ticking, the sky’s the limit |
| We in a space where matter don’t matter |
| Just spirit molecules and geometric patterns |
| Shitted in a crater last time I sat on Saturn |
| Got a letter from Andromeda, they tryna shrine my bladder |
| I’m in a whole 'nother realm, go to hell |
| Last nigga tried to scratch the surface broke a nail |
| Last nigga tried to cross the line got crucified |
| We overseas, back-to-back, never wore Chanel |
| The new nucleus never sitting in a cell |
| Genius idiot, best description of myself |
| I’m in a fucking lab coat rhyming as high as shit |
| When I die, donate my organs to science bitch |
| You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes |
| You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes |
| You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes |
| You got three eyes, but you can never see us |