Lyrics:
turbulent, who salute the worker ant?
Duke up to the firmament, overthrow the vapors
With a fail-safe method composed by your nosy neighbors
Like this
Gas for Huntington and back, barely
Equipped with Super-Soakers full of piss and an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
they love to taste
Fiends say your shit was great
You see that nigga, pinch his face
Have a seizure by the gate
We call that shit the Harlem Shake
the life for...
You little maggot
Have you never seen the moon
Gliding 'cross the western sky
A dead oak tree by the waterside
Putrid vapors rising
That
and then I caught the vapors
That's how we got together, on the bike
Late night, Kawasaki leathers (uh-huh)
He used to wine and dine me, diamond sex
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee,
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lulld by the moonlight
bouquet
And by the look at my paint, man it's a wonderful spray
Sucker trynna fuck my high up on a sucker-free day
I told that sucker park your whip cause
the grasshop
The true cool is black, the new school is fat
The beats by the ounce, the funk by the pack
The hanging off the butts with the fat sole kicks
Marlena under Foster Grants
She's undercover from the dawn's advance
That girl is travel-drained
And the neon-mercury vapor-stained
Miami sky
Spirit me a game of stud
Stakes unscarred by limitation
Between a man named Gold and man named Mud
Club filled Gold with greedy vapors
Till his long,
Marlena under Foster Grants
She's undercover from the dawn's advance
That girl is travel-drained
And the neon-mercury vapor-stained
Miami sky
who stays the same
Is the fairy on the Christmas tree
Outside by the wall where snails have crawled
Leaving tinsel trails shining in
The moonlight pale
lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like Now and Laters
Split champagne wishes to bitches, trips to Vegas
Jot down
and let the words escape
To face the next round and burn away
Clouds fly by and shred to vapor
Tune the channel out and go to bed
The flies, the rain,
at the top of its nature, hitting that pussy while smoking on vapors
Cremate the body dispose of the ashes
My gun is still loaded and shooting at bastards
Mash potatoes niggas they really be haters right
Yeah I be smoking on gas and cop by the ounce and smoke by the flavors
Niggas they talking that
different
From those summers I remember
A degenerate seeking refuge
In the refuse of his childhood
Blue, black, beaten
By the drugs inside the system
Veins
bust you and fuck you up for chasing the paper
Then you fucked his baby momma so he already hate you
See the vapors are caught by those who choose foes
(yeah)
I mean, yo, what happen? What happened now?
You know, it's like this
Mummy I saw one day (one day)
She was on some fume vapors
Givin' me lip
the crest.
And she was swathed in sorrow, as if born within its mask.
Her candlelight snuffed, the icon smiled.
Emptiness followed by her wake.
I could
theres a creepy person.
Back in school.. back in the day... which, by the way,
I dont know if you know this, was a Wednesday.
Thats a little fun fact.
simple, Mr. Yates
What, do you mean?
You're the creator
What I saw was amazin after raisin up and
gazin at the vapors that I'm creatin, nights and days I'm
hard, guaranteed I'ma take her
So shake the saltshaker, the dro' is the vapor
I ain't got love for niggaz cause all they try to do is cake her
I ain't
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