Lyrics:
stoned out of their minds
And they play the national anthem and the crowd lets out a roar
As the spotlight hits The Kid and Pearl ready for their smokin'
cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches.
And there's Hershey's bars, and Oreos, â??case anybody gets the munchies.
And the Calistoga Kid, he
this mourning looking for an anthem
And this year, nothing seems to fit
Nothing captures quite the way you caught me
And if i'm a dog then how come I
can keep all the memories
I was at the condo, just reading and shit
That doesn't belong here, neither does this
What if all of a sudden you cease
Yet, but I will be soon
Bizzy kid tremendous
I would recommend this
To bump up in your tape deck
Fucking with me
On the music tip
You could call it safe
And since your ratings decreased, Nick put your show on ice
Alarmed by un-fit rhymes, the master of disguise awakens
Here to leave you like the Baudelaire
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
instead of rent it
I ain't got a lot but the KiD ain't finished
Till I pull off in the foreign with windows tinted
But I ain't here to flex the people
late my
Eyes start looking oriental
And this pen is so temperamental, it's mental
I get money but you still see me in a rental
Shaking the petrol pump
into dream of the millions
That one day the search will be through
Now here I stand at the edge of my embattled illusions
Looking into you
the search will be through
Now here I stand at the edge of
My embattled illusions
Looking into you
The great song traveler passed through here
And he opened
to it make it
Seen yo luscious looking friends charge my way thought you got me
Not impressed, not by them, no they look no they watching oh
Why you like
that lovebug, now I'm spraying repellent
Okay, Okay you made your point
He wants you more than me like you a toy
And now you out here with him making
Clap
Paul bearer please show em where Their seat at
Kick ya seat back put ya feet up and While you wait here’s an RIP tract
& While you read that where
the fuck are you thinkin'?
Little gay-looking boy
So gay I can barely say
It with a straight face, looking boy
You're witnessing a massacre
Like you
you is like god planned
Cus your just my type
Looking like a million likes out hear
Can I be in your life I wanna be on your mind
Hit my line
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
the thoughts in my head
Piccaso with it every time I paint
Ent got no limits the kid is not from here
Hap on the space ship it frees yo brain
You winning doesnt
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osiris of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
This like, this '97
Aight my
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osiris of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
This like, this '97
Aight my
this anthem over
Breaks that Ant brung
You caught a bad one and bought you a handgun
Moved to Montana, now you rockin' a man bun
And I ain't even tryin'
kno wassup so I don't even fuss
But I aint tryn talk like im tough
Just a nigga you aint gon play with fo none
Gutter kid but the yard where im from
I
Let me tell you a thing or two about Cosplay
My one love.. one purpose
Here's to all my fellow nerds emerging
Yeah we pimps at heart but introverted
you look out of your window
Tell me what do you see
If it's a world without a father
Then you're looking at me
It takes a whole nation
To help me
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