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Slow down, P-Funk is back
I see a whole lot of folks running 'round with my old style
It's cool I don't want it back
I let 'em hold that
But remember

My home town is the kind of a place
Where everyone was once someone else, the best
A general with a water gun
A pilot who's destined to destroy Iran,

of heaven
are paved with gold
That's just to hurry up us folks
That get too old
Time gets me wound up
like a clock inside my head
Time gets me spinning my own

Everybody need it
A lil boom bap
Keep it copacetic
Here's some panacea

I beat the flu off this
Old heads crank like
Who off this (yo)
Make something new off

the place.. So know it's erased
With your old foes and the days when your old folks had to pray
Calling come home it's ok, and you don't know what to say

I was born on noble back when niggas had to run away quick, see
Old folks never like when young ass kids be
Shooting hoops down by the drive-way

of hunger
The kind that older folk always swear to be real
When you asked me for my number
I forgot how to feel

We took the way out
In the way back after

Knowing my off days are 808s
And old Drum breaks from all them old days
When Fifty Cent was poppin and Eminem was a show king
Consumed by what i became

the mountains
Pickin’ by some lonesome stream
We’ll light the fire, start the cider
Stoke those old and ancient dreams

Find me way out in the mountains
Hollerin

the mountains
Pickin’ by some lonesome stream
We’ll light the fire, start the cider
Stoke those old and ancient dreams

Find me way out in the mountains
Hollerin

snow cone
Master like Leroy with that old song and the glow on
Yo home shit's deep cause God told all his peeps to go long
Gold members who fold figures

Well dying seems to be another word for getting too old
These sunshine to overtime shifts are passing me by
But I ain't gonna fold
The weather's gone

the rhythm of the ocean
Exposing the weakness, receive the potion

Open roads twist around the helix

With Skyline views and old folk song lyrics

You can hear

Niggas compare me to Cole,
I'm not really bragging it's what I've been told,
I know that it hits, it never gets old,
I'm never believing in selling

victimized it gives fourth wise to a dark side
After the shots he fled the spot knowing it was hot determined not to get caught by the cops
He made it home

decoding science
Rolling papers by Bob Marley filled with potent hybrid
Stone designed, mind probably old as Mayans
Murder gods with my hands in a bowl like

It starts with a yes y'all that call from Kid Creole
Shouted lethal from the lido deck, cassette steelo
Walking to my own beat, hawkish by my lonely

Strike pinups I ain't bowling
My ex trolling up in Poland
Find an accent who ass swollen 
Like me all by her colon
Money favorite drug got a paper plug

And Peter said see we have left our homes and followed You
(If I lose it all)
And Jesus said to them, truly I say to you
There is no one who has left

the keys go
Old folk said Jon one with the king’s glow
The king's glow boy
Sing
I walked coals on a Sunday
Purified by the fire
Back to sinning on a Monday

these folks that never took they own advices 
How you gon learn to grow when the only home that you know is a house that is now divided
8years old

A membership card it's hot man bali needs a shower
But later for that he got a date with fate
Good or bad but no he can't be late
He about to trade his old card

We gat many dreams and star persecutors
Old folks fail to show young the future
Many things stand still just like the sculpture
Yeah!
Young destinies

this damn much
(I work so hard)
Maybe I can get by if I try
To stop them from dividing us
(Let's bring the whole world together)

If I look up
If I look