| I don’t really love but I laugh a lot
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| Camelots looking like a broke down Basquiat replica
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| Everyone left the building except for us
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| Get stoned and see the world in shades of sepia
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| Who’s next to us? |
| No one
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| Chester samurai but only half of the shogun
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| Brash is a clone cuts deep in the soul on a stroll as he goes nuts
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| Peep the control of composure
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| Chrome for appendages
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| Thrown into scrimmages
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| The unstable mind fights the drones to the bitter end
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| Oh now you chilling kin folk?
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| As the niggers spit folk
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| So wise tale hopes been cloaked by the brides veil
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| No chain get slain like the albatross
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| Chilling out chomping lo mein watching Avatar
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| Wax heated up with propane now I’m at the stars
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| Vibing out going insane like the battle scars
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| I met this new babe and she’s awesome, rolled an L
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| With the king size papes that she bought me
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| Now I’m higher than Dionysous
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| With grapes at his alter
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| Eating good got a grilled cheese baked
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| So I’m feeling pretty great
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| And I could have called it fate as a master
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| Swagger dark back more arc than a raptor
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| Never see results cause we snarf at the factors
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| Told the crew «Watch out, it’s barf in the rafters»
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| But I keep it clowning like a frail dunce
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| Worst feeling ever like opening up a stale blunt
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| (Damn)
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| This was just bad timing
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| On the road to glory
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| New Age Vandelay Psymun
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| Switch camera sway slightly
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| The antagonist of life
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| Super villain must remind your last shining
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| While the cam resolves
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| That shit was vivid as the smokescreen and analog
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| Heroining feening off the demons wearing camoflage
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| No chain get slain like the albatross
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| Chilling out chomping lo mein watching Avatar
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| Wax heated up with propane now I’m at the stars
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| Vibing out going insane like the battle scars |