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Playin' their little crappy love songs by the fire
I learned solos by ear
And never on a Squire
We avoid those
Cop the black Strat with a Floyd Rose
through the sky in that pink Cadillac
While the boys of the Press, we drink vodka in back
And she tells us our fortune by crumbling leaves
And she
playing cellos with bananas where their horns should be.
And I see flags being waved by ducks in buckets, and pigs drinking lemon tea.

[Chorus]
pretty into you.

The bus it rolled up into Franklin at dawn and everything seemed super slo-mo.
The Waffle House waitress that asked us if we were Pink
suspended in Bavaria
Usher in a fat contented pig
Whose every hair is hand-carved by Italian master-
craftsmen
A porcelain Michael Jackson and Bubbles in
this cash 
Will I be subject to kill, live my life by a gat 
Just when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back 

Chorus: 
(Nature) 
I
the pigology of self
Pink skin terror and wealth, just hogging shit up for self

Rolled up on a pig named swine
A brown skinned pig convinced him they was one
The captain sat in a commodore's hat,
And dined, in a royal way,
On toasted pigs and pickles and figs
And gummery bread, each day.

But the rest of us ate
With yellow eyes  my green face  my pink and white afro 
I'm no toy kid  your style is made by Hasbro 
G'niff gnapp  you think you got that real
En tontes ya me voy
Take the pain with the joy 
While I bang Pink Floyd
Ship em out the box
Sip Henn on the rocks
I bought 2 clubs and 3
En tontes ya me voy
Take the pain with the joy 
While I bang Pink Floyd
Ship em out the box
Sip Henn on the rocks
I bought 2 clubs and 3
of those
Whippin' work it smelling like they dinner rolls

Wet work, got the kitchen stanking
We call a undercover, a pig in the blanket
Uh, lifestyles
a undercover, a pig in the blanket
Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous
Shoot you in ya head like Abraham Lincoln
Stuntin' on them bitches like Birdman
Roll
night it was a dream
This morning a fantasy back when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura 'cos the cops like to get help from the store
it was a dream
This morning a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
To get help from the store
it was a dream
This morning a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
To get help from the store
of those
Whippin' work it smelling like they dinner rolls

Wet work, got the kitchen stanking
We call a undercover, a pig in the blanket
Uh, lifestyles
a undercover, a pig in the blanket
Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous
Shoot you in ya head like Abraham Lincoln
Stuntin' on them bitches like Birdman
Roll
a undercover, a pig in the blanket
Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous
Shoot you in ya head like Abraham Lincoln
Stuntin' on them bitches like Birdman
Roll
Olivia Newton John got married in Santa Barbara, everything was dyed to match the very special pink of her panties,
Sally got married in Bell Air to a man
Floyd
I’m jumpin out the window
Sike, I’m fly, I float aight right by
Cut my own moat
Get by with my chose fam
Dismantle thrones
All the fuck in
flame throwers
I reflect light, bounce off walls and wreck mics
Disconnect your windpipe by cuttin your neck with a knife
Rip through, everything from
sky sky

Pink molly let me dance with her
Freestylin let me dance with her

Sky Dweller it was sentimental
Rose gold it was sentimental

Draco
of those
Whippin' work it smelling like they dinner rolls

Wet work, got the kitchen stanking
We call a undercover, a pig in the blanket
Uh, lifestyles
to rock
Let your pretty pink cloud nine expectations please you not
I'm, Ae-fuckin'-sop Rock, mic bizarro
Proper application of the soul by my standard