| Yeah, I was blowin ox tail blunts
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| My mind sailed once, to a new zone
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| Pastor’s hands shaky, pass the blue phone
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| Megatron smoke, Cali windstorm
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| She so bottle-shapen, misplacing my keys
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| Haitian breeze, winter gigolos
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| Pinky Rings, used to do B and E’s
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| Coming out an up north crib both laughing Siamese
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| Try on these trees like a new fit, some orange shit
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| I’m auctioning my experience for less than I paid for it
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| Yeah (laugh) tilt the pu**y I was blinded
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| Police flick they lights, I’m behind them
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| This is city sh*t, open the flood gates — hymen
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| A Bronzeman, couldn’t escape with better timing
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| A pool of cash I’m in, Lime and alcohol
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| After all
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| We live it up like a house in the ozone wall
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| Surgeon general’s warnings creepin in my skull
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| I arrive like the disciples, 13 in all
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| Never had a Plan B, Plan A Being it all
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| I bleed it all, seen it all
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| White sheets on lawns, cadavers fall
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| Harsh teacher, thought she’d get me lost
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| She gave the test first, the lesson later on |