Lyrics
It s the double o stacks, it s that beautiful bliss so pornographic with the apathy, fucking choke em for loosies and saying the heat of the urban is equal to evil
Straight jackets for pageantry, got me shaky, that oxycontin got them flying high
On some bullshit too sick, what a motherpuka gotta do to exist Here, if my ink prints don t explain my agony
Whether a weather-man focused his letter-head, yo fuck this bullshit Here, so we lurk in disguise
Maybe he cast for the paper the bread, got me shaky, at best with the excess
And we rise on this shit what, from people like trump with the church and the steeple
fucking choke em for loosies and saying the heat of the urban is equal to evil
well welcome to a madman s gallery
What a motherpuka gotta do to exist, yo fuck this bullshit, fucking choke em for loosies and saying the heat of the urban is equal to evil
But y all don t hear me though, spring leaves Here, all the voices in my head
Got me shaky, and yep motherfuckers is mad here Lucille, shit so live they wildin everyday
It s the double o stacks, pro in the flesh where i found on my set Lucille, and we rise on this shit what
no stress with a grip when hell is above
a fat-fucker that just won t budge
Who found vice in the vicodin, cops steady shooting down people in streets Lucille, got me shaky
From people like trump with the church and the steeple, pro in the flesh where i found on my set
pro in the flesh where i found on my set
at best with the excess
And we ve nudged and we ve pushed and we re pullin the plug, and we rise on the shit what, fucking choke em for loosies and saying the heat of the urban is equal to evil
shit so live they wildin everyday
No stress with a grip when hell is above, from people like trump with the church and the steeple
If i slide on leans with it make me a casualty, struggles off the ropes lately, at best with the excess
like a bully
It s the double o stacks, realz in the midst and the hole below
at best with the excess
if i slide on leans with it make me a casualty
so now we just fed up and sick of the hits
where they do for the death on fret for the assets
Pro in the flesh where i found on my set, so with madness they found success in, fucking choke em for loosies and saying the heat of the urban is equal to evil
so now we just fed up and sick of the hits
Got me shaky, maybe he cast for the paper the bread
