Warped & Wicked

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I cry without shedding a tear, I'm still here, will it come back to haunt me
I was gang with the slangers, five killers, six bangers, then I got wavy with the Oceans
11, I'm still leaking, that's my drift, I got hazy off of purple and pink, I was out
Of sync, drifting in the wind, free falls and fireballs, lost in the flames, distant

Memories, place I go to dream, so unfamiliar, stranger than fiction, blinging on the scene
I was slanging to the fiends, now I'm a junkie, I know it's a bummer, shining and stunting
What's the 100, days of the curse, I be glowing blessed, I'm a thrill seeker, let the cool
Breeze take me, things fell through with the ones that got away, my peace is scattered

None live forever, I'ma die another day, calling my plays, run the offense
Lighten up, kill with the dead heads for fun, I got the keys from militia
But we was smoking aces and I'm so spaced out with my heads in the clouds
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, getting trippy with the hippies, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Twisted and tangled, warped and wicked, and I'm praying hand tats, ain't gon' save you from your
Fate, goons with tooth and braces, I'm with the double dragons, second day out, I got a pistol
And an ounce, duchess and the goddess, twins with killer bodies, who fools who when our eyes meet
And things got deadly, way past wicked, me and the gypsy got ghosts where they robbing

Round surfing through the hood, homie, everybody love me, I'm so gnarly, and that's less cap
All souls hang high, two purses for sister Sarah, I thug it with her brother, and crush it on the
Mother, the pleasure was mine, lady of passion, words of anxiety, objects of attraction, I was
All action, draped in fly fashion, draw blood from a hater, trying to wrinkle my fabric

I got the keys from Alicia, when we was smoking aces, and I'm so spaced out
With my heads in the cloud, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, getting trippy with the hippies, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm scheming with the heathen, when the bulls in the cage, rage against the
Machine, sweet 16, crazy 88, insane for the moment, totally freaked out, and it was radical

Partially put together, half ripped and damaged, popping in the PJ's, I'm on smash
New charisma, flash pizzazz, I get trashed when I'm bumped out
Sacks are packed, spazzo's on, and now straight up, I'm so far gone, my homie Bogart, feel my pain
First nigga I knew, with a rollie and a farm, strawberry blind run, blueberry hill, and she

Trying to get juice, like a fruit cocktail, I was smoking ill, magic and spells, welcome to the
Pleasure, and paradise, and I got one flame, and a dope lady friend, with a flower in her hair
And a hoochie coochie dress, yes, she got a flower in her hair, and a hoochie coochie dress, I got
The keys from Alicia, when we was smoking aces, and I'm so spaced out, with my heads in the cloud

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, getting trippy with the hippies, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, and I cry without
Shedding a tear, I'm still here, I got the keys from Alicia, when we was smoking aces, and I'm so
Spaced out, with my heads in the cloud, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, getting trippy with the hippies
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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