Real pot head smoking grass in the field, walk across the land with the samurai steel, the only wage slave that got the master to kneel, the last guy standing still attached to the real, the young gray Jedi trying to master the feel, The cash smell funny freedoms half the appeal
The chain’s on my wrist custom, New age slave, They tellin me to remove my noose at customs, So I can soar, and implore, Lyrics from the core, And make many grands, With these keys openin’ up new doors, Or closing the one’s suicidal, Then gas fumes, In dreams I pass tombs, Of pharaohs with prophecies, Vividly sayin’ that a prophet like me, Was meant to make profits proficiently now don’t you see, That’s what I call progressssssssss ~
I'm unhinged I'm no syringe in my veins I Sharpen up my aim Stare out the window watch the rainfall I don't make phone calls Fingers to the keyboard I press record ever since the umbilical cord Was cut From the gutter to outter Feel the gunpowder Well the thoughts wander Though the transponders Without the sponsors I'm Edward scissorhands when I'm on my game plan Without the demands .
To change my heart from all the hatred and the dark from those apartments where the pooling got to ruling at the start know the abusing substance fuming from the looseness keep ‘em parked see how it ruins and dilutes em from the truth complacent marchin to the end the match around the bend know I’m losing it the ruthlessness of having to pretend that I’m feeling while I’m reeling from responses from my friends just to hack and saw the mental detrimental to defend while I’m slippin through the cracks so the crevice where I been not substantial still the mantles gon be passed to vice to send a real message from the heavens none these lectures gon ascend I’m accursed so fuck amends all these people all too regal alter egos to prevent varnishing heathens tarnish reasons so the peace never commenced
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RIP KA🕊️🕊️🕊️
mans is a magician
this need to be in a museum
beautiful 🤞🏾
Ladies and gentlemen, I present looping musical gold 😤
COLD
and then the ending is just 🫡🔥🔥
Real pot head smoking grass in the field,
walk across the land with the samurai steel,
the only wage slave that got the master to kneel,
the last guy standing still attached to the real,
the young gray Jedi trying to master the feel,
The cash smell funny freedoms half the appeal
do sum wit this before i steal it brother
You sounding like me 😂🔥🔥🔥🔥
Bro i wanna take this and finish it
🔥🔥🔥
Fucking hell
Reminds me of ps1 Lara Croft
The chain’s on my wrist custom,
New age slave,
They tellin me to remove my noose at customs,
So I can soar, and implore,
Lyrics from the core,
And make many grands,
With these keys openin’ up new doors,
Or closing the one’s suicidal,
Then gas fumes,
In dreams I pass tombs,
Of pharaohs with prophecies,
Vividly sayin’ that a prophet like me,
Was meant to make profits proficiently now don’t you see,
That’s what I call progressssssssss ~
I'm unhinged
I'm no syringe
in my veins
I Sharpen up my aim
Stare out the window
watch the rainfall
I don't make phone calls
Fingers to the keyboard
I press record
ever since the umbilical cord
Was cut
From the gutter
to outter
Feel the gunpowder
Well the thoughts wander
Though the transponders
Without the sponsors
I'm Edward scissorhands
when I'm on my game plan
Without the demands .
To change my heart from all the hatred and the dark from those apartments where the pooling got to ruling at the start know the abusing substance fuming from the looseness keep ‘em parked see how it ruins and dilutes em from the truth complacent marchin to the end the match around the bend know I’m losing it the ruthlessness of having to pretend that I’m feeling while I’m reeling from responses from my friends just to hack and saw the mental detrimental to defend while I’m slippin through the cracks so the crevice where I been not substantial still the mantles gon be passed to vice to send a real message from the heavens none these lectures gon ascend I’m accursed so fuck amends all these people all too regal alter egos to prevent varnishing heathens tarnish reasons so the peace never commenced