Lyrics:
of the Mag’
Tucked in the Dior, Dior bag
Big boy jewelry, unh
Stones a hundred thou’, are you kiddin’ me?
Coulda bought an island, no kiddin’ me
Coulda bought
the rips in 'em
Gen 5 Glocks, extended clips
Shit'll get ignant
"Rio, why your pop look like that?"
It's a six in it don't be steppin' 'round my
Kitchen by
Owens was my lead guitar player
And ol' Hag once wrote a song about me"
I wish I could see Bakersfield
Where the oil wells are pumpin'
The oranges
like that"
I reinstate addiction, when my album drops it's a relapse
I made this in my room on a Sunday and I have told you that
Before so I guess that
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Go on, remember that shit you was kickin' off
Peace to my motherfuckin' nine
Yeah I remember that old shit
So are you gonna kick some of that
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
of the best directors in the country
Like Harve, Ar T (?), Cazh (?), and the MacDonald brothers Luke and Nick
Around 2010, I started working with a guy by
creatures dancing on the lawn
A Dinosaur Victrola
List'ning to Buck Owens
Doo, doo, doo
Lookin' out my back door
Tambourines and elephants
Are playing in
"Those who create literature know first-hand
Just how difficult creating meaning can be..
..There are no options now..
...If I weren't a writer, I
swept the lot and exchange keys (Dam)
Credible
Eyes Mangekyou
Swimming with adults peeping space ghost
Bebop, Case Closed
Baking brownies by the caseloads
this I’m knowing
You can tell by how I’m flowing
I got heart like Brett and Owen
Alright, this here is a vibe
Get lit all night, this is my shit no
on the lawn
Dinosaur Victrola, listenin' to Buck Owens
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door
Tambourines and elephants are playin' in the band
Won't you
to me lil fella
Reach for my ice leave him cold like December
We are not the same I reach my goals by January
You copy my swag you is a canary
I bet that
Don't be surprised, look in the sky, yeah we finna fly
I got a suit, I got a tie, now I'm finna slide
Do a drive by, in the new ride, that shit apple
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
on the lawn
Dinosaur Victrola, listenin' to Buck Owens
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door
Tambourines and elephants are playin' in the band
Won't you
on the lawn
Dinosaur Victrola, listenin' to Buck Owens
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door
Tambourines and elephants are playin' in the band
Won't you take
Just like ole Buck Owens
You and I are Together Again
Dinosaur Victrola, listenin' to Buck Owens Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door
Tambourines and elephants are playin' in the band Won't you take a ride
Victrola listnein' to Buck Owens doodoodoo lookin' out my back door
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band
Won't you take a ride on the flying
on the lawn.
A dinosaur Victrola list'ning to Buck Owens.
[Chorus]
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won't you take a ride on the flyin'
in elementary school (oh, Whoo Kid)
Where ambulances are late, club floors get left with stains
Over stepped on sneakers, nigga what set you claim
you ride around ya city
And now its goin down like the beats by Nitti
Meet me in the mall. Or meet me where they all
Fall through like the temp
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