| I’ve been gone for like 28 years and shit
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| But I’m back for a front porch kicking it hit
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| Smoking blunts rolling up in a haze
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| Strange days strange daze
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| Many different angles I see
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| What shape is that fucking mc
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| He’s a bent ass square loser motherfucker pear faced
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| Green with envy I’m an alien to him mentally
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| Like he’ll get to me eventually doubt it
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| I’m a king with the words a pimp from the burbs
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| Shout shout it if you wanna be heard
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| Ill mechanism knock your skepticism
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| Off teeter totter to the proton pit
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| Positive shit
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| I didn’t even try when I made this tip intricate as an angler fish
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| La la
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| I’m sleepy right now but I don’t give a fuck
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| Cause I’m filling a spectrum that’s never been touched
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| Dope shit no illusions stupid
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| Houdini’s getting laughed at ruthless
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| Drown egos in the airtight chamber
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| Lock down superglue choke-hold strangle
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| How many people getting off of work
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| And feel like listening to hair metal jerks
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| Got the happiness for your perky tits
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| Light up the room set the ambiance
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| Ain’t it obvious you’re in the right place
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| I’m the kid with the perfect face
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| Crossing the boundaries of time and space
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| High as the Jetson’s hideaways
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| Sculpting the clouds into peaceful things
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| Smoke rings smoke rings |