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Open the round with some astro kicks
A's on my mind, while I grind, last place shit
Finding time, changing lines, that's a momentary split
Sign on the line, It's a crime, little man's flick

It's a big man's dick, on some big norse shit
Kick back this hat, and I chomp this bit
Throw back and blast all over this chick
Kick out that ass, it's a ride home, bitch

Load that disc, click shortcut
Phone's gonna roam, this bill's gonna crush
Chrome on my home, this sills gotta buff
Speak off the dome with my shit cleared up

Sprint through the house, I'm kickin up dust
Polish the telescope, starin at the sun
Deer stabbin abdomen, shit lookin sus
Deer clappin ass again, scream then bust

Snacks in my hand, I'm caught red handed
Feet poundin sand, it's shit I planted
Finding my escape route, kicks not landed
Boys by my side, these strings are tandem

Weapons in bars, it's danger I hand em
Risky rollin dice, that skill is random
Predictable and I'm left out stranded
Tracing my scars, I'm just a phantom

My path is clear on some dora shit
On some Borla whips
On some 808 hits
I speak my mind, and I never give in
I treat my time like it's never gonna end

Yall follow my lead like I'm bleeding out trends
Cash in coupons like I work at H and M
Long ass songs and you'll never hear the end
Pickin on prongs like first seat up in a band

Sneak up slowly-and I get this kill
Creep up dirty- and I show my skill
Speak up firmly- and I stamp my seal
My head's filthy- so that's two more swills

Head in clouds, halls cleared out
Dining on sounds, utensils down
Gimme some pie
Before I die
And by-the-by my guy
I'm writing this down

F*ck a lot like a molly
Abstract thoughts, like Dali
I'm painting my plans
I'm straining my hands
I'm Indie just like Bali

Flexing outright, my brain
Reaching out of, the frame
I'm taming my words
I'm straining the curds
And serving them up like, the main

Anubis been cruising and finding the trite
Eating shit up and growing so high
Killing the waste and it's all out of time
Stealing these bars, it's a matter of crime

Driving my way up and out of this space
Styling the room with the look on my face
Finding my crew and cracking a case
Drinking for two and I'm gaining my pace

Throw out the kicks with the flame on my heel
Blow up this bitch with the crack of blue steel
Cracking the gears and I'm talking flywheels
Signing the strike team, I might be, I might be

Make an ice wall and then break that shit down
Shards falling quick but they don't make a sound
Crying and shouting is silenced
Rings of fire burn this shit higher
But honestly nothing was found

Flipping a switch
I been packing my pockets
I can't help but stock it
With illustrated lyrics

Counting the ticks
I been searching for topics
I'm opening locks with
These indescribable critics

I'm a real mean wizard
Ima be big like Clifford
Ima see green like liver
Ima seem freaky with my scissors

Choppin up lines
Finding my shine
Biding my time
Show me everything you have ever designed
Show me what makes all this time go by

Show me all the things I have ever desired
Gimme them all, it is wins I require
Falling off the wagon, hang on by a wire
I been playing my game, ikt's a trial by fire

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