| Stare into the black hole
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| Images of castles
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| Vivid like a fractal
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| I make my demands and I don’t do it like an asshole
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| Pivot like an axle
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| Looser than your bitch
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| Been giving hickeys, sixin' black folk
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| Listening to Chester, that’s like secondhand crack smoke
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| Bacon, eggs, and, wardrobe only natural colors
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| White on white or black clothes
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| Headed for the astral for a minute, hit it back though
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| Alchemist and astrologist are my comrades, so
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| Know that I ain’t fucking with these niggas from the get-go
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| Not even pissed, I don’t trust those not in my clique, yo
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| So actually, I’m just relaxing
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| Skate to the bodega, get a Faygo and a Magnum just in case
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| Cause you never know what could happen
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| With that black abracadabra, pull a rabbit out a hat
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| Cloak black holes
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| Images of castles
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| Vivid like a fractal
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| I make my demands and I don’t do it like an asshole
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| Pivot like an axle
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| Looser than your bitch
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| Been giving hickeys, sixin' black folk
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| Listening to Chester, that’s like secondhand crack smoke
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| Hey check it, listening to Chester, that’s like secondhand crack smoke
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| Studying the vectors in this sector of the black, oh wait
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| I skated the Raymond, got faded, famous, and better
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| I’m watching the study Fellini, I missed the weather
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| But not too much for a day, texts from the inside
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| Begin morphing into a sage, the organism behemoth
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| Exorbitant in his range, no questioning
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| And if you get close enough, you can tell he got leather skin
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| the devilish
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| Stare into a black hole
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| Images of castles
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| Vivid like a fractal
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| I make my demands and I don’t do it like an asshole
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| Pivot like an axle
|
| Looser than your bitch
|
| Been giving hickeys, sixin' black folk
|
| Listening to Chester, that’s like secondhand crack smoke
|
| Stare into a black hole
|
| Images of castles
|
| Vivid like a fractal
|
| I make my demands and I don’t do it like an asshole
|
| Pivot like an axle
|
| Looser than your bitch
|
| Been giving hickeys, sixin' black folk
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| Listening to Chester, that’s like secondhand crack smoke |