Lyrics:
night when TEST STAND #1 and THE ROCKET SLED ITSELF... (We have ignition!)... got LUNCHED! I said LUNCHED! (Lunched!) By a FAMOUS MOUNTAIN-IN and his
Selling Grams To the Fans
Cattle to the Chief
I know a nigga selling half priced bagged lunched keef
But my brotha on go cuz he a bagged lunched
And The Joint Superior Schools
When I'm seen in a hurry there's probably curry
At The Siamese or at The Glutton
When I look full of gloom then I've lunched
full of gloom
Then I've lunched at the Tomb
On cabbage, rice pudding, and mutton
In the whole of St james's
The smartest of names is
The name of this
and the rocket sled itself got lunched!
By a famous mountain-in and his small, wooden wife.
Good bye to las vegas
Farewell to the lounges
We pulled a few
Are you having breakfast for lunch?
I'm having breakfast and he's lunched
I'll tell you what, what
Can you give me immediately? If
Not sooner,
famous
(Thinking a nigga sweet)
Aye young Juan still stuck in the field (Trap trap trap)
Get the package and I keep it concealed (Skrrt)
DC lunched out off
we lunched in person
Back on my rhymes
Banking the shit
Back on my grind
'Bout to get rich
Back of the bus
Bumping the hits
Back of the wood
Blowing
her
Running and done quick
Opened and lunched it
Over and done with
No I ain't flaunting, the breeze
Had me stunting
The coolest who done it
With me
Your foundation malleable
I treat these coward kids like food
When out too long
I toss them in the dumpster
What you thought I lunched them
Chump
Shut
on the strip tryna make a play
Me I was in the booth tryna set the wave
Lunched out caught a case in another state
I had something in the works I just couldn't
or at The Glutton
If I look full of gloom then
I've lunched at The Tomb
On cabbage, rice pudding, and mutton
In the whole of St james's
The smartest of names
Is
so uncomfortable
I go without lunch on the daily
When I was a baby
I lunched on some lunchables
There's so many maybe's
Now shit look so crazy
I wonder
before eyes
Teach me how to swim
Imma teach you how to fly
Followed my dreams
That shit lead me to the bank
Smoking on sativa that shit Lunched me
ripe
If you're gonna smoke it in your pipe
I don't care who you lunched with last
Please just pass the salt
You pass the buck on love instead
I'm stuck
other down the hallways
They lunched together for three months straight
But it wasn't enough
See, his friend wanted to be closer
To feel his skin when he
On a budget, lunched with the cemetery staff
Til her resume had slashed through
The stomachs of the public
Everyone around you is dying
Everything you touch
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