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In daylight the sunlight chases the grey lights of lingering night
Down by the beach a lone heron he keeps
His eye on the fish and the tide
But I hear
gutter worm

You feel me when I'm close
An ice wind of steel stilettos 
Hammered in your spine
Quicksilver nausea spinning
Spewing forth
all your conscious go and blow it by the o
I'm here but my minds gone

And its gettin' hard to see you cause my eyes low
Marijuana minutes, nigga
Talkin' to themselves givin' the version of why help and hurt in they eye
I live across from it, some of it I do be in
I be showin' niggas lives
Like UPN
"Who am I?" I'm left guessing
But if you're a poor man's version of ANYTHING
It is your self-perception

Growing up in a microscopic town prepared me
then I'm thinking somewhat old
To talk in line to blablablablablabl..
Yeah yeah.

I got funk for all why'all from me to the bid dogs
Get your asses
the wings 

Scar on your lip
A story far too long to tell
The story best forgotten 

Our party in hell's been cancelled 
Due to fire and thick smoke
mosey on the low key 
If you don't know by now, you'll never know me 
You know me, I swing it to the young-ins and the OG's 
Witnessed by notary
sniff blow I just smoke weed to get me horny. 
So I'm nothin like that bitch in your last Soopaman Lovah story." 
You go girl! But I didn't believe her,
by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick till your neck aches
Cry till you get puffy eyes red face
But I'm leaving on this jet plane
You ain't fly,
by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick till your neck aches
Cry till you get puffy eyes red face
But I'm leaving on this jet plane
You ain't fly,
I smoke till my eyes seem, lime green
and there's no cure but a bath in visine
my dope's fresh off the boat, and my buds juicy
with fiery red hairs
Ah, shit, get out my pocket

The stench from the smoke could smell so ferocious
Winos in the alley, nearly slumped over
Demons in they eyes, glassy, no
representing us? the critics holy smoke 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3 - Lu] 

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Talkin' to themselves givin' the version of why help and hurt in they eye
I live across from it, some of it I do be in
I be showin' niggas lives
Like UPN
To the galaxy, and leave your domepiece
In the hemisphere, now you're lost on Jupiter
Your brain revolves around, you get stupider
Tryin to think, where you're
a movement
And when I move the crowd, the ladies move with
Fire in the eyes, the eyes never lie
So feel the fire and desire, keep your eye on the prize
Ladies,
a cannon, two guns blazin, purple hazin
My shine can be appraised, my tongue radiate 
orchard violent rays, why you stower in the off broke and paid 
Singin
blast the cannon 
chipped up, live by morals don't get it mixed up 
Dis what?, millionaire strut, wit the Crist cup 
Switched up, slow goin', gold
blast the cannon 
chipped up, live by morals don't get it mixed up 
Dis what?, millionaire strut, wit the Crist cup 
Switched up, slow goin', gold
mama got a glass eye with the fish in it
(Your mama got a glass eye with the fish in it)
Your mama got a glass eye with the fish in it
Ya mama, ya
You'll grow in the ghetto livin' second-rate
And your eyes will sing a song called deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great
Sermon
"Funky... beats"
[Mr. Eon]
Packin this third eye, pursue a Cyclops
They trade in they high tops for nice sized white rocks
(Excuse me) Words in
mama got a glass eye with the fish in it
(Your mama got a glass eye with the fish in it)
Your mama got a glass eye with the fish in it
Ya mama, ya
meet me crossroads, one way zones
If you with it, I'm with it, blow my smoke, claustrophobic
You can get dealt with, on these flats and you know it
Come