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Yeah
Let it ride out
The bread taste different when it's homemade
Man it feel like a movie, it's your own grain
Numbers on the screen, I'm counting digits for the team
Dead Frankies in the bag and they colored forest green
Pink light, touching my skin
Cleansing my sins
Mother nature's true kiss
Pink light, touching my skin
Cleansing my sins
Mother nature's true kiss
From skies of blue bliss
Touching my skin, cleansing my sins
Mother nature's true
I put out all these babies then I cut the umbilical
I only listen to my unreleased
Only thing that I stir is whip miracles
So I better not see you in a fuckin' lease
Stack my shit up to the ceilin' 'til I hit the fan
Now, my girl she anemic, I'm her Iron Man
Tony Stark in this bitch
Robot heart in this bitch
Seen a sign I'm convinced
I won't sign 'til I'm 'least
Fifty plus, uh huh
In the dust, uh huh
If I must, uh huh
I still won't
Eyes shut, uh huh
Still truck, uh huh
Start up, uh huh
My sleep don't
I got no fear after I hit the fear factor
I let a lil laughter now I'm a bad actor
I don't have time to spend a bad hour
In the lab back to cookin' mad hatter
The bread taste different when it's homemade
Man it feel like a movie, it's your own grain
Numbers on the screen, I'm counting digits for the team
Dead Frankies in the bag and they colored forest green
The bread taste different when it's homemade
Man it feel like a movie, it's your own grain
Numbers on the screen, I'm counting digits for the team
Dead Frankies in the bag and they colored forest green
Pink light, touching my skin
Cleansing my sins
Mother nature's true kiss
Pink light, touching my skin
Cleansing my sins
Mother nature's true kiss
From skies of blue bliss
Touching my skin, cleansing my sins
Mother nature's true
I don't got no opps and my town don't got blocks
Built in the mountains I reach for the tops
My whip don't got breaks and my road don't got blocks
That beat ain't got rode yet? I pull out the stops
You countin' me out only tells me that you can't count
Me and my countess don't camp in we camp out
I seen your new place, goddamn that shit cramped now
I move at my pace, and that shit gon pan out
Future lookin jets only, f*ck a first class, uh
Watchin' from space, I'm out here with NASA
If someone send a beat then they know that Imma spaz, huh
Man this shit so heat, they might make a new dance, huh
See you bragging and boasting 'bout how you got more bitches
But me and my bitch we gon' have family pictures
I'll let you tell the difference
Don't talk to me or my missus
'less it's important business

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