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