Lyrics:
Go and get yourself a job bruh And deals with your problems Instead of playing opossum Whoah Mama told you play your cards right Or boy you'll never take flight And now I'm trying to kick back So just hand me the snacks A boof or two or three or four You know I'm trying to relax Shit we just missed the intro we can never go back So drop the beat because my brain is feeling so out of whack You say it's only been like two days So I'm giving you space I know I am not two-faced Why would I lie I don't lie see you gotta believe Stop overthinking, take a breath I'd never try to deceive I'm serious delirious catch me looking mysterious Perceive my third eye straight from a cochlearius I'm serious delirious catch me looking mysterious Perceive my third eye straight from a cochlearius Killing on bass, he got no large fingers Caught what lingers of the ghost of Charles Mingus It's contingent on the time it takes to sweep up Whether he'll be swinging for the spirit of Aretha Went from four figures to zero Overnight it made his shoulders tight He couldn't even hear his own advice He's the blueprint, the prototype And though he's slow to fight He getting true lit in France At the Grande Chateau le fight Is it still specific if it's stream of consciousness?
Go and get yourself a job bruh And deals with your problems Instead of playing opossum Whoah Mama told you play your cards right Or boy you'll never take flight And now I'm trying to kick back So just hand me the snacks A boof or two or three or four You know I'm trying to relax Shit we just missed the intro we can never go back So drop the beat because my brain is feeling so out of whack You say it's only been like two days So I'm giving you space I know I am not two-faced Why would I lie I don't lie see you gotta believe Stop overthinking, take a breath I'd never try to deceive I'm serious delirious catch me looking mysterious Perceive my third eye straight from a cochlearius I'm serious delirious catch me looking mysterious Perceive my third eye straight from a cochlearius Killing on bass, he got no large fingers Caught what lingers of the ghost of Charles Mingus It's contingent on the time it takes to sweep up Whether he'll be swinging for the spirit of Aretha Went from four figures to zero Overnight it made his shoulders tight He couldn't even hear his own advice He's the blueprint, the prototype And though he's slow to fight He getting true lit in France At the Grande Chateau le fight Is it still specific if it's stream of consciousness?
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