| Are you sleeping, are you dead?
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| This the interlude that you listen to in bed
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| Caught the pillow talk, you ain’t gettin' in my head
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| There’s a quarter million things that I’d rather leave unsaid
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| Wait-wait, one minute, gotta find my pair of slides
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| Are smoking out back, are we stepping in the ride?
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| Might toss you the keys, I can’t drive it if I’m fried
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| Turn the radio on, shit, that’s me, I’m worldwide
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| Shit changed, not me though, dude
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| I’ve been sippin' Bombay with a bird’s eye view
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| Tryna kick it at the crib with a long ass queue
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| You remember all the days we smoked outta old blue?
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| Yeah, I miss that shit
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| Ripping bongs all day in a kick-ass fit
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| With my dogs all blazed, taking big ass hits
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| Push my soul to the edge like it’s Soul-cal 6
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| Yeah
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| I think Soul-cal 5 is better than 6
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| Definitely better than 6
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| 3 and 4 got some of the best characters but
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| 5, it’s crazy
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| Huh, are you listening to this?
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| This another track from the dude that never miss
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| Is it coincidental for mental how we fix up our issues?
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| Misusing the sources that make us sick
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| Hit the bucket, I suck it
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| So you can see on where it lands
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| If this poet got hella potent, we puffing 20 grams
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| Save the 8 for a rainy day, when you’re feeling hella bad
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| It’s to artists and Mr. Carnigan, best you’ve ever had
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| Do not take it serious
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| This the one fun track, do not get delirious
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| Cereal, I eat it, it’s a spoon-fed experience
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| Yeah, I thought that line was hilarious
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| But we headed back to the project, get a couple lines in
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| By some motherfuckers who could barely get their lines right
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| Arch-nemesis, you a clown with your eyes red
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| Bozo the bitch, you just mad you ain’t widespread
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| Yo, gimme one minute |