Space Cowboy Rage Sesh

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Brett Sekoya

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Motherfucker too ill
New feng-shui, can't match this haze
This molly wearing off, so I'm in a new phase
Take a nigga cheese he squealing
Booted I'm through the ceiling
Oh what a wonderful feeling
Stay with the potion we always reeling
Up for some nights you ain't know the meaning
Numbing the pain screaming f*ck the feelings
Dancing with devils ain't help the healing
Faking my smiles
Ain't been myself for a while
No service in clouds
Or single soul I could dial
Ain't suicidal but bet imma go out in style
Praying my life take a different route
F*ck the clout & make my niggas proud
Zooted moscato the alcohol
I'm on the beat like a
Rager
Motherfucking Rager
Rager
Come with me
Young rager smoke high can't see
Yeah Earth see ya later
Crossed up, zig zag uh
Pour da cup up
Spliff puff, mean mug
Ain't passing shit bruh
I love drugs, love women and I love pugs
Ain't sober yet, big love to the fucking plug
Walk on water Shinobi
Left hand bunny Ginobli
My formula ravioli
Rager (Woo)
Imma motherfucking rager
Imma motherfucking rager
Rager (Woo)
Imma motherfucking rager
Imma motherfucking rager
Through late nights
To stay right
I stay high
We rage hard but play nice
We play the part
We play it right
We raise the bar
We change minds
Rarely sober, stay with doja
Through the roof
Thank god for the boof (Based God)
Meet me on the moon, one hit we zoom
My neighbors hate my sonic boom
Seeing colors, like a rainbow
Cookie blunt gas lit volcano
No fish-scale, sorry no bueno
Ever seen a fucking devil with a halo
She asking why I move like that
Anxiety got me upside down like a bat (Based God)
No fucks ha and no cap
Rager uh and a sap
Never be chasing the clout I got steeze
How you be rocking with doubts, chase yo dreams
Ubers be fishy, but stuck to my route
Keep it cool or mama said knock you out ok
Swerve when we ride
Cause of Cece on the east side thats a nose dive
And niggas better stay in they lane on that side
This my life, my jive
Too high, don't cry
My slime, my ties
Brookfield nigga yeah yeah
Cream City Crip yea yea
Run it back, Cream City crip yea yea
Knuck if ya Buck got chips yea yea
My slime, my ties yea yea
My jive too high can't match this here
And we up too high for fear
Devil cant reach us now we clear
Rager (Woo)
Imma motherfucking rager
Imma motherfucking rager
Rager (Woo)
Imma motherfucking rager
Imma motherfucking rager
Rager (Woo)
Imma motherfucking rager

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