PalmTreesDeadDreams
Gnomo X Night
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Riddle me this motherfucka Who the big dog Roll around my city Hit a lick Smokin big logs In the bog Stumble through the fog With my wrists caught Shackles don't affect me Ever since I blew my head off Pussy boy Who the f*ck are you I'm the lord of bliss Couple witches stirrin up the brew Get ahold of this Tying up my blood stained shoes I don't trip for shit A couple broke endorphins And I'm draggin the whole forest to the pit Tommy on my hip And a honey on the side When we load the mags We gon honeycomb yo mind Tommy on my hip And a honey on the side When we load the mags We gon honeycomb yo mind Tommy on my hip And a honey on the side When we load the mags We gon honeycomb yo mind Motherfucker So so so so So glad so glad I got pockets full of ash Grey sands for the sockets Grey hands from my stance uh Lay uh lay uh Lay my man down Boutta paint on this canvas Take this cardboard away It's a fake crown anyway He's a baby baby boy His vision is all but destroyed Boutta make him see and understand A real mans plan with high demand But ill be damned Cuz this boy is fuckin cursed Its the worst He's been a slave And yeah he's been a slave Let this boy Let him fucking rot cuz I'm done
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