| Lungs full of pine tar, kush walks the city
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| Scape of scrappy captains
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| Capes tucked in the aftermath of unassuming blueprints not suitable for bombings
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| The fires are alarming
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| The fire alarms are oddly calming
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| A water beetle jitterbugs in litter
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| Kitty cats across the sidewalk after rats are fat enough to die happy
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| The savvy climb the nail-less pine staircase
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| Allah Jesus walks to where the meter blocks and the streets aren’t even matter
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| So they don’t
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| No one pays no nevermind
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| Higher than the ever-resting deities of better times
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| Here the sun refracts so much the prisons look like prisms
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| Rainbow chains ain’t shit but long division
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| A vision of a suited black man peddling dream logic overlooks a park bench
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| Kids kaleidoscope into an arc and two by two are Lorax’d off the block
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| The floods are warm and blood is just red colored chicken stock
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| It was all a dream
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| Pictures in Murder Dog magazine
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| Ice Mone and Master P rocking high-waisted jeans
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| Grab the base off the table and bag it up for the fiends
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| It was all a dream
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| It was all a dream
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| Lung full of pine tar, kush walks the ocean
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| Waves like 'hi, hater'
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| Buildings looking Shawty Lo at distance
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| Skip like stones
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| The sharks have biters but the teeth more kitten tongue than needle
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| And so the lung walks on
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| With a wax-on wax-off Miyagi focus
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| Fording of America
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| What’s with all this conquering
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| Wouldn’t it be nice to beach boy for a year or six
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| Turn harmony to capital
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| Trade the bricks for sand dollars
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| Dreams are made of comfort
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| Struggle bursts the nightmares
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| The existence of this voice implies he made it
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| And often keeping a G in the face of a world leading a kumbaya
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| Ali boom ba yay
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| Got that 'oh my ya'
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| Chemotherapay
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| Who said oh my god? |
| How disrespectful
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| Don’t they see the way he Poseidon’d up to the top where it all breaks
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| And everyone that rides the wave falls off
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| It was all a dream
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| Pictures in Murder Dog magazine
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| Messy Marv blue chucks hanging where his jeans should be
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| True ski-mask and a bulletproof limousine
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| It was all a dream
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| It was all a dream
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| Lung full of pine tar, kush walks the clouds
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| This is why the wheel wells be cut
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| Lesabre gotta reach for altitude
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| Much as they’re used in slang, birds don’t give a fuck really
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| Drop as much shit as people talk
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| 'Rise above it' someone always said while marching
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| Easier said than done while flipping fries at golden archie
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| Just tryna be that double rainbow meme
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| Ice cream painted on the borders of those dreams
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| Shit yeah, that’s what
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| Bet five on a dice game in the clouds
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| Pull all your money out and make it rain, godlike
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| That’s what the must mean by going green
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| Noah’s Ark this block and start anew
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| Damn, this kush is crazy right?
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| You can see your roof from here but not much else
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| The world outside the city limits, not yet cartographic
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| And everybody learn to fly the same
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| Tapping B enough to glide in one direction
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| It was all a dream
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| Pictures in Murder Dog magazine
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| EC Illa, Keak da Sneak screaming «Yanahmean»
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| Dark Room Familia, pulling guns on police
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| It was all a dream
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| It was all a dream
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| It was all a dream
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| Pictures in murder dog magazine
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| Brotha Lynch back to back, haulin' MJG
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| Riding dirty, puffin' that UGK on the beat
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| It was all a dream |