Lyrics:
a bungalow
Where the curtains flutter
And candles glow
In the heart of June
Beneath a gulf moon
And here I'm on a midnight porch
Looking up at a butane
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins so I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetables
You can
Use me up like butane
Lighting up some gas
For all of your pain
I'd go till I collapse
Use me up like butane
Lighting up some gas
Everything
Hooked on love
I saw a twelve year old, he had a plastic bag
Another young man sucking on butane gas
I saw them reaching for a hand to hold
In the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Two six packs of Shiner
99 cent butane lighter
Lucky Strikes and a fifth of Patron
Ice down that Igloo cooler
Tank of gas that oughta do er'
I
The king of the ring heres the empire
Callin plays every pitch like an umpire
I wont quit for a soul i cant retire
All gas butane torch the lighter
In the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog
gas-lines and the skyline teases certain ruin
Power outage endangers food and begets contusions
Tearing lips, break and blistering
Pieces of the movies
a quarter, so I can cop it, yeah
I need my butane
I need my gas
I need my homies we go puff puff pass
Yeah puff puff pass
Puffin on that gas
Puff puff pass
Two six-packs of shiner,
A ninety-nine cent butane lighter
Lucky Strikes an' a fifth of Patron
Ice down that Igloo cooler
A tank of gas, that
Cash cash cash cash
Brand new foreign
Balmain Balmain
Drip drip the rain
Slatt slatt slatt slatt
On that new strain
Smoke gas Butane
Questioning my
what you
Fuck what you thank
Chilling and smoking some dank
Releasing this thang
Upon all of you hoes
I am just causing some pain
It is straight gas call
time
At least your foot is on the gas, you know it's crunch time
I think we'll always feel that we don't have enough time
So foot the gas (on the gas
You are an affectation
Of every passing fad
Your butane smile's indelible
Your talk is thoughtless gas
You live like a Coke machine
Convince me
heat up like butane you can feel the glow
she just bust it open she wanna steal the show
stuck like Siamese can you feel me bro
I'm so high I got vertigo
pass the butane
Got a purple heart smokin' on them blue strains
Eyes red, money green, that's how we do thangs
And the whip is all black like Bruce Wayne
a bat mobile Bruce Wayne
She like Cobe music gas me up
Yeah bit I got butane
No we ain't nothing to play with
Feeling like Wu Tang
It's the new Wayne
sign for parcels if you know the guys.
9:30 a.m. sharp - we mobilize.
Butane?
Check.
Electrical tape?
Check.
Five iron?
Check.
Insect repellent?
Check.
it's, then it's back to old ways
I wish this time would change But I swear she love to fight like hm aye
She the gas in my fire like butane But she love
girl this ain't no lil' doobie
Gas and Gasolina (Uh)
And after we done got to steamin' on the reefer
I swing the lay up to my niggas; I'm a leaguer
We be them
bugatti so I'm feeln like I'm bruce wayne
Backwood with that gas ian talking bout no butane
Diamonds shying on me imma star
My life is like a movie rated r
bitch to plain
Mine wear Balmain
Loving it how my nuts swang
I'm at the top of the food chain
Pumping the butane in my pipes
Then I open up the valve
again
I can't complain smoking gas like butane
Disdain, my humane I cannot retain
These words I sustain my mind entertains
You inside my brain I push
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