Lyrics:
bring a new season
But if I'm honest
Right now еverything's dreary
So I hold on to my spring theory
(Hold on) Spring theory
(Hold on) Spring theory yeah
you go with
All I know is
Chaos theory Chaos theory Chaos theory Chaos theory
Sit and smoke a spliff I'm made for this
Beat my dick to pics of asian
relating to humans, that's not a skill
It's too broad so a lot of what goes on
In business is essentially just anecdotes
They call it case studies
But it
the helicopter circles us, this theory's getting deep
Think they're spraying chemicals over the city
While we sleep
Come on, I'm staying awake
you can call me
sweat it?
I'm all into my music cause it's how I make papes
Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes
Me sweat another? I do my own thing
sweat it?
I'm all into my music cause it's how I make papes
Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes
Me sweat another? I do my own thing
the truth
Blinded by something that we call love
Something that we feel, but fail to understand
Piled up theories, theories that we lack to comprehend
under forty
Avoid reports by authorities
Clearly
This is all theory
But I wear it like jewellery
Know that this ain't new to me
Because usually I'm
theory who will take your time to be with me, with me
Penultimate theory who will help me in those healthy moments drugs
Last theory I use so many drugs
flows by myself
Pour more go go gadget
I'm in Slow Mo
4 More bars
I got double though
And a couple hoes
Running in yo door
Running to the dough
Running up
beat it, Mike Jack couldn't either
All you get is one life
Can't rewind or repeat it
I will do this till the day
I take my last breath
Beautiful feet I'm
This the life that I live
I didn't ask for it (Ah)
I don't want to talk to you
I'm not that bored
That theory is a last resort
I just took
the trunk
I'm bumpin' G-Funk, but you can call it what you want
How many times I gotta tell ya, don't ignore me
Either be my hoe or hit the do', you're
Large Pro,
It's my first Large Pro beat
You a genius nigga
I'm honored
And with them gray's in your beard,
You lookin' more like a genius
In my dreams, I kill right wing extremists
While chased by suicide bombers thru falling buildings
But survive - I'm the luckiest shit magnet alive
a theory of everything that makes due sense
But don't you know
Whether quantum or dynamic
In thought or by standard
That the moment you know something it
in
We are listening
Plead for attention
But it ain't good if you don't wait
It ain't good if you don't wait
I'm the plot in every movie
Yet my theory
locked my lust
My ink on rust
My head in gusts, I'm wanderlust
I'm on a quest
Gonna right my wrongs
Gonna care for love
For the ones I love
They call me
the last mistake you ever make
Me I chop his head off from a rooftop
And race it downstairs just to see if I can catch his fade
Like groceries when I'm
the last mistake you ever make
Me I chop his head off from a rooftop
And race it downstairs just to see if I can catch his fade
Like groceries when I'm
drop (last call)
The Last call
before the beat drop
She got me swervin’
changing lanes
changing lanes
Like I’m bowling frames
She said these clowns
I'm not talking nice fuck elocution
I speak the truth that we're eluding
I don't mean no confusion
It's endgame or revolution
The last days
That string theory means we'll keep bein' attached
Last thing, this is somethin' of a sight
Even when you take 'em off they keep runnin' for your life
Engorging on my strife
Take a bite out of life
A slice of humble pie, 3.2 cus I'm
Rounding up my days
In theory we're ethereal
Floating on our
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