| I’m in corrupt youth
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| And not disrespectful but I be the quickest nigga flicking
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| If I’m pissed and don’t really wanna (enough dude)
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| True, I’m mellow been in a rough mood
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| Excuse my fellow companion, camel
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| Habitual smoker no Stoges he puffs Buddha
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| Pillage the village with filled in acrylics villain clucks scuba
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| Weaves the ways but couldn’t duck super
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| Smoother, as animalistic beings
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| The nature of many different tyrannic envelope dreams
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| Can’t manage it, but probably in panic hear the crow screams
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| In vintage vanish believe in phantoms
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| Elan them sit at the vantage peaks spit landfills
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| I’m hella stoked that I landed a G
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| And we still bumping Midnight Marauders
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| Cannibalistic cheese I slaughter
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| Niggas and ninja filleting vivid steez go harder
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| Pot sparking squadron
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| Mouth full of hot bars
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| Get more throat than a rock star
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| Fish out of aqua bop beats sleep bob your tops to it
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| Lob of snot gooey flock to hot chop suey clips
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| Pot sparking squadron
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| Mouth full of hot bars
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| Get more throat than a rock star
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| Fish out of aqua bop beats sleep bob your tops to it
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| Lob of snot gooey flock to hot chop suey clips
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| I tried chilling with the heroes I ain’t feel it
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| And now the clique I’m rolling with is filled with many villains
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| I, wouldn’t even spark a dub with you niggas
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| This nonchalant ensemble with the scruff be the illest
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| Magical spliff but you can catch me huffing on liquors
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| I thought you knew that the youth were only corrupt in this village
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| Stay forging fruit smoothies cause the substance is filling
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| I can’t pray to old moms looks like they ruptured their feelings
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| Plus, I’m an agnostic Buddhist
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| And I suggest you join a philosophical movement
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| Psychic prophetic tendencies just like the Inuit
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| I’m listening to these rivets to remedy my confusion
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| Cryptic beats and in a ruins
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| And I still make decisions with no conscience
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| So I wouldn’t doubt I’m a mystic with no conscience
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| I’m in the whip and I’m twisted off
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| A couple hits let’s commence with a living sit spiff with a
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| Pot sparking squadron
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| Mouth full of hot bars
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| Get more throat than a rock star
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| Fish out of aqua bop beats sleep bob your tops to it
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| Lob of snot gooey flock to hot chop suey clips
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| Pot sparking squadron
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| Mouth full of hot bars
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| Get more throat than a rock star
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| Fish out of aqua bop beats sleep bob your tops to it
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| Lob of snot gooey flock to hot chop suey clips |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Camels and Cranes , by - Chester Watson. Song from the album Tin Wooki, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп