| Fly paintings, anonymous artists
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| Father your squadron with the science
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| Pardon my thoughts, I’m licking off
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| Zone I’m in is a no fly
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| The quality cats put out is garbage
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| Under the umbrella, lo-fi
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| I still Conan, uh, the water got turned into wine
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| Fucked around and caught a buzz from the communion
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| This a different selection
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| The music must bring it out of me
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| So I can exercise all my sinful confessions
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| Anomaly me, the great one to vibe onto the African chant
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| Rain dancing witch doctor, spit vodka at the fire
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| Convulsions of the body as I levitate
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| Waking up out my trance, extremely tired
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| Highr wired off the ayahuasca
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| Czech Rpublic with a side of Moscow
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| How the homies departure, J double a bb
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| AR-15's lord, pine boxes trying to see me
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| The strain of weed I smoke will hurt your sperm
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| Hope every culture vulture burns
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| Cock riding when shit ain’t nothing but a ultra perm
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| Session was made for me to black
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| Fiends request me like they need a sack
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| Sometimes even send a before they even see the pack
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| A product you can trust, Medallion is
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| From the Gold Rush, Renaissance Cold Crush
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| Break bread or fake dead
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| Gave y’all niggas game, now let me hold something
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| The old dusty is back to blow something
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| Let me roll something… |