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Uh, who ya grabba man
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Fuck that
9:30 at night with a cup of tea
And Slight rain
Then the moonlight came
Look out my window like sightseeing said fuck that
Throw in a couple dvds
And press play
Throw all my thought in the movie forget the next day
I gotta ease up, hold my horses like a chess game
My tea cup
Losing its steam
I’m tryna lucid dream
Coddled in silk watching a film
Actor was out for Christmas At the holiday inn
Now the problems begins
I started to doze off
Usually a pajama rocker but it’s hot slept with my clothes off
So up as a pull my blanket
My minds a graveyard and these tombs I’m raiding
I go numb muting the movie statements
Enter rem stage full hallucinations
Eternal mood switch to Kubrick
And My taste probably space Odessey
Both political wings the same flock to me
Hypocrisy, Mockery
As I’m caught in these
Vivid pictures
And if I focus by tomorrow morning
Still no vision clearer
I Wake up and I’m sitting near a
Mirror
And my chest is sinking
And breath repeating
Yea, who ya grabba man
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Some fella would chat to me
How these rumors always get to his head
number 3 umbrella academy
Wear a Raspberry beret on a banana boat that’s sinking
Slipping in a tidal wave
And gone missing can’t find my way
My times off a Mind fog marijuana haze
Cartoons and oatmeal with the dinosaur eggs
Dead, Either my Shell broke or egg yolk
Back to Smoking these Ls like death note
My confidence like a blind man finding treasure got my chest poked
And Hold my pen like a diamond tester
A green light whenever he writes
Adjust my fitted
Crush some ism
It’s present I’m coal
I gotta chunk for Christmas
Feel like huck and Jim when
They raft sunk
I’m blacked out like daft punk
if you get lucky you getting Splashed on
Singing sad songs is mad fun
So Take the tags off in fashion
I Feel like doom with no mask on
Glass of absinthe is half empty
I Took a break no chiropractor but I’m back steady
In this abstract rap setting
The underworld got a drought of halos
As I wake up fried as a couch potato
Uh, who ya grabba man
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You Gotta bic?
If you will
Inshallah that saying
Yea, so who ya grabba man
Tryna scroll this Lala can
Gotta zip
You Gotta bic?
If you will
Inshallah that saying