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My oh my life sure long
So stop the statuc stop the noise
While they playing my song
While I'm hittin this shit out the pipe or the bong
The paper or the vapor man just fade that mess
We too fuckin busy bein to be carin bout the best
Rainin rapper bits and pieces as I'm clearin out my chest
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Uh huh like wood teeth
I breathe the smoke of these trees
So naturally
I'm twistin bliss between my fingers I'm in oakland believe
I got that humboldt connect
Puffib headband I got that bass off in my tapedeck
Basically basin all this dopeness on my flow this aint a moment of music it's a molecule of an ocean
My soul so expansive and these words so focused
I open up my heart and spread this love that's the motive
But bet I swing that zatoichi
I don't dig negativity
So you think it's all good
You thinkin it's lunch meat
I remove your thinkin cap and touch your brain to the street
Touch your mind through the speakers if you speakin with me
Hell yeah I listen for the man woman and
We stay lettin it out
Like a whoopie cushion
And we stay gettin it in like a lady's hat pin
Fold a note put it in her pocket when she wasn't lookin
And then the day gon go
Right on by
But when she find that note she gon know that surprise
It aint so much that she hope so much as she surmise
Love can leave the future shown if you don't look outta your eyes


Hair in big curls
I might not marry these girls
But the point is living good and im merry with these girls
So whats it matter why you judgin if we is or isnt fuckin why you fussin why you frontin
Bout the pokin bout the motion that I'm layin in that ocean
The piece of me she holdin
The peace we beholdin
And got shit to do with betrothen
On the runway for truth
Aint takin off I'm disrobin
But don't think this shit bout showin
It's bout nothing to hide
Off of alligator alley dog I'm gnarly gnawgerhyde
And that shit for real through and through
Trill is trill
Rara aves in this bitch make it rain 2 dollar bills
Rad reef in this bitch and we got flowers to burn
Cause man the money been dead put them jacksons in that urn
Bob the price been wrong fucked my life took my turn
Got me barkin up these trees where there's little to learn
Nothin to earn and Less to see
An abundance of bodies and a handful of seats
So how the hell I aint just gon fuck and puff
When the tree aint bear fruit it's just a decoy it's stuffed