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The way I think of the psychedelics is
They are catalysts to the imagination
They were back 100, 000 years ago
The imagination
Which was just this

believed and so he devised a plan
He would bargain the ring back to
Where it originally originally came from
In hopes that someone would dare
To carry his

Moses
Denzel lay ya down, roses
But I'm not in a casket
I put the pussy in a basket
Then I bag it, then I pass it back
To my nigga Slikk that girl comin'

and ran over
Competition in the Pac NW
But since they gone we left with Hawks, M's
And UW while I'm not dissing them all I
Really want is my Sonics back

Everybody's joking now
The clock's run out, time's up, over blaow!
Snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity
Ope there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad but

J cole need not tell you that
Expirience told me so got scars on my back
Som'n to offer rap
"Play my part, like a quarter back
Don't relax
Or get half

ain't right in they
Mind, I mean let alone writin' they lines
But take this i'm the only artist you know
Can sing to your bitch
And then talk back greezy

Now I'm four, five seconds from wildin'
And we got three more days 'til Friday
I'm just tryna make it back
Home by Monday morning
I swear I wish

back! 
Dope attitude to match, plus her ass lil fat!
Yo, she doing real good, it's all in the look.
She don came ah long way! Ain't she hood?!
Ain't she

what she wanted  fuck her till the morning 
6 am baby I’m still horny bust it open for me she say woo and I’m wooin back while hittin it from the back

Now I gotta work I’ll be back in a bit
Grab the clip, let go, just unload 
On the block gotta watch for the patrol
Can’t ever hold back, no control

that
Iím just tryna get these rings
& I need em back to back
This that type s*** you bump in a Benz or Cadillac
This the type of moves you make when you

Had to check in on my sissy, yuh

Man oh really?

And you know this

When I get back
I’m gettin busy
We gon' laugh and hit them spliffies
Make more

(Hook)
Lock-in the booth I’m not coming back out til the morning

Foot on the pedal I’m doing a hundred I’m going in

Weed in my blunt , got my grip

with the ak it’s painted all black
Ima be loud for my boys in the back
Ice on my wrist all this drip i don’t lack
I’m with my dogs and you know we attack

please just let me go, I know you think you should blow, but you ain't gonna make me grow.

Please just let me go (You're a hoe) please go back to your

Dope boy inna cressida
Blow trees in the back of the cadillac
While i stack it up
I came thru with a hundred grams tryna get my cabbage up
You aint

And I'd just fall and get back up again!

Call me placebo,
Never wanted to stay
Placating every day for your own sake
An endless cycle,
No longer fading

before June 
Get in tune And take you back 
Way back behind the scenes 
And show you all the fucked up shit 
Most men try to forget 
Same shit that made me

than the seven seas,
I been fuckin dat whore every day of the week and she comin right back like it’s 7 me’s,

Then she swimmin back home like anemones,

Made this song for my family
Weather or not they fan of me
I got there back
The chiropractor cracking
Need to straighten this out
What would dad

there’s another way to heal, seen the devil in the clear, should I stay or disappear?
Tried to give you everything it wasn’t good enough, gave me back that

the hood nun but love from the homies
Local hoes on my bumper cuz they smell the new money gangway I’m shooting dice nobody move but the money
Round back

sometimes when we argue she be like nigga get out but this my crib baby you can go back to ya mother house I don’t know how but every fight ends with me