Lyrics:
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
By the faggy park
to funky
We know Major Tom's a junkie
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low
Time and again I tell myself
I'll stay clean tonight
But the little
to ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom's a junkie
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low
Time and again I tell myself
I'll stay clean tonight
We know Major Tom's a junkie
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low
Time and again I tell myself
I'll stay clean tonight
But the little
to calm down I need to calm down
My third eye open so I see the signs now
J A Y is a hell of a compound
Dudes like me are harder to find now
We idolize
This ain't drill music or kill music
But that music that'll bob your head
Be changed by a lyric or two
Gotta reroute how you live
Like a medical issue
hennessy (Hennessy)
Smoking on that loud
Music is my therapy (Therapy) yeah
Smoking on that yeah
Sipping on that hennessy (yeah)
We ain't watching any
blessed then
When you come arrest him, we'll be out
In minutes i don't give a fuck
What bail-bondsman are spittin'
I'mma let y'all niggas know they well
Earth spins so slow?
You can bob & weave - still take some to the chin, low blows are nearly unavoidable
you can overlook the kid but you cannot avoid
Smoking one and got one on the way
Am I new larger estate, drawers of the dank like Bob Marley was wake
You understand me?
I'm always high, I'm never
bitch about face
And then I gotta split
Sorry baby, sour grapes
She wine, baby don't leave
I duck that bullshit, bob and weave
Everybody tripping, but I
Me and Tom, back and forth
We've been goin' at it
And we ain't all there
Upstairs like an attic
Rappers all addicts it don't
Add up mathematics i'm
enough to tell you
That we know each other better
Than we know our selves
Like freaks of a feather
We rock together
I know Bob well
But I think he
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
We made Oklahoma a little after three
Randy, his brother Bob, and my old GFC
We had some moonshine whiskey and some of Bob's homegrown
We were so
Spider man daily fucking bugle
Nigga who you Tom foolin
Me and my niggas are coolin
Bring out the tommy
Tom fucking cruise em
Me and my niggas we straight
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
By the faggy park
Young n****** going gnarly
Welcome to the Garden
Young n****** so heartless
Ay Welcome to the party
Smoking Bob Marley
Still facin these charges
We
move forward by the aid of symbols
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter
smoking on a pack
And your gang didn't drop that
Then sorry, but you're nothing but a nerd
They're saying "Clavish, you're the hardest"
Tell me something I
Stolen from an African land
Chased out with a knife
With a face like Bob Marley
And a mouth like a motorbike
Oh well the bars are always open
bossin' it don't matter what it's costing
Tossing deuces out the roof, but that coupe
While I ride by, players chucking deuces back
Bobs holl'in out "hi"
hoes wanna know who we are
We are them A$AP boys (Ayo ayo, ayo ayo)
Smoking killer grippin' grain
Out my mind I'm so insane
Finest fabrics on my back
glowing
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom's a junkie
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low
Time and again I tell
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