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I got it on me and it's tucked like a New wave
Better have my money full count by the due date
It ain't too late
Big Homie always said to change

the Matrix hard to feel awakened
Feelin' liberation travel through the wave lengths
Had to find a way my route was pen and paper
My hand full of aces not

Well then you're not wrong
Go a sick spot
By the bridge
That I do bombs on
No waves? Aye, babes
Just stay patient
Beats staying in your cave
And just

to be enslaved
By the emotions in mind
I fear I may not make it in life
Fear I may not make it by twenty five
Be as big as those I idolize
But fear has

Bondanavasieta)
Crystal gliders leave Earth far below
(On Bondanavasieta)
Docile dinosaurs roam let you ride
(In Bondanavasieta)
Every colour of bloom side by side

they become one.


Stepping out in a path sheltered by flowering trees hosting singing birds in the highest branches. 

The hedgerows on each side

(Wow)
Full moon city lights I got you (Yeah)
Ipanema sign I know a secret paradise
I will take you (Oh yeah)
Sun rising by the ocean (Wow)
Crashing waves

stumble they ain't prepared for the south paw
I work in the silence then you see me with your mouth off
Pick your jaw up I was working for a decade now I'm

then I'm bored
Counting down my days
Till I'm on new waves
Like I don't make fire anymore
All this old shit makes me bored

Lost in boredom
Tryna get

as megatons of sulfate

Sunsets amazingly upon the crow's-nest
Stars wept on futons left by dickheads
Beget any regrets in the bed with a stain
I guess I've

all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Walked by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile (ding)
Go figure, me

pussies trynna ride the wave
Copycats there's a lot a fakes
Molly sprinkled in my lemonade
Cash on me yeah it's minute made
Opposition got a lot to say
But

into my head 

No, you can't see into my head

And the roads are full of weapons 
That slide by in the night 
Tanks all covered in yellow mud 
Pass you

Sci-fi
I'm about to murder this beat like a drive-by
10-minute rap, leave nothing in the archive
You niggas rap but really only part-time
I'm about

your wands and blow away

I see the grass is getting taller, the gardens full of colour
the buzzy bees are busy in their bumbling ways
My old bikes in

Red

Heaven 17

Pleasure One

1986

the frozen north to the sun soaked south
The colour spreads by word of mouth
Till there's no-one left to talk to
We just look into the screen

Well I don't

Misunderstood by them lame n***as
Them same n***as who hate on what you doing but ride yo wave quicker
That shit dead and imma grave digger
And if im

Steady talking that boss shit they never about i watch so many niggas wave go south And never sprout

Now they looking bad troubled in doubt they down

all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Walked by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile (ding)
Go figure, me

the bittys iced out by the sea
Started as a model then i hit the rap game full time full throttle
All fresh iced out I'm a fly guy out here surfing waves in

when you do it for the love like Ray J
This bottle is full of Brandy, it comes in handy
I overstep my welcome until you understand me
Do this 'til I meet

cruising down the block white Montero
Knocking pictures off the wall and the frame out the door 
30 mins south from Downtown Dallas
In a country house not

got used to losing friends
Life nu ay3 yen tese maze, yenfa South anase West
Mpaiboi me bo ahr nwamodie3 it's so hard to put God first
Ma lungs full

wouldn't be shit
They saw my ideas and thought I was crazy
But then I saw them catch wave
And proceeded to try copy you not low
I had to get up and hustle