Lyrics:
specially flavored with burgundy, Tizer and rye Twelve sheets of foolscap, don't ask me why. We hit the jungle just as it starts to monsoon Our maps showed
a villanelle Ah, well, you got the dweller, dispeller Tremble when you disassemble Scrawl a rough map on the foolscap Mr. Weinstein, drinking the strychnine
a foolscap and peel it back with my pen Stop your lines short and break them up like a hyphen Dashing through the grid making dots connect Better change your
When u ppl start de do rap The cap wey u write for ur notebook inside no ibi for the jons ibi foolscap Keeps me frozen arm so watch how u approach
of my other jeans Scrawled across the foolscap I don't know what your devotion means I don't know what your devotion means And up, upon the summit
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