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Music for Earthworms: The Instrumentals

2003

bottles, 
While timidly crash-test authors spawn mountains of trash novels,
Diminished,
Bone Crush,
Skeletal Blemish,
Sportin' super-fresh

to be
If it's good enough for Johnny, it's good enough for me

I make a pot of coffee and pour it into a Thermos
Add a shot of bourbon 'cause the caffeine

by four a.m
With a thermos under his arm

And he kept any quarters
But he had a Mountie on the back
And he burned his bacon
And he drank his coffee

What Kind of Man

I found a piss in a bottle on Secret Beach.
A plastic bottle, half full of piss, 
Which I guess, makes me an optimist. 
It didn’t

in my body still i sip and i vibe 

Thermo telling me my degree 100.5
People telling me if i smoke i gon' die
Say i'm staying sober on the face bitch i

bottle blue mic spitting blue magic
How the fuck the rap game, become a beauty pageant?
Fugazi ass rapper trying to sound like Atlanta
'Cause they got

there

I got an empty passenger seat
But it still has your hair
And a water bottle for one
But an empty thermos where you once were

I just keep hearin

murky
Currently carry the weight of the earth, but bury that burden
By burying bourbon 
Sipping broad day out the thermos
By Noon I'll be slurring
I deck

room of mine is VIPs only
Now give me a cuddle cause I’m feeling lonely
Used to be I’d order bottle service
Now I drink water from a baseball thermos
So

perfect, perfect, perfect


Gotta get my shoes on point, hair on my medulla joint
This that freshness out the bottle pay for new beginnings boy
Won't come up

Ah ah
O De Pada
Baby kuku coolu down
Oya kulu coolu down
Jeka coolu coolu down
Thermo coolu coolu down
Anything I do dem go talk say na over do
You

annoyed
With rejections, stresses filling up
Was prone to giving up, too broken down to feel enough
Surface of a bottle gone, impairing self was feeling

poed a Japanese bottle
I threw the vodka back
I thought they only made sake
Hunneds up in the Prada bag
Ya product lack, my pocket monster like a Pokéman

haven’t dropped any verses
But I can’t go back doing jobs at a service
Bottle up my emotions have me feel like a thermos
Unemployment on the verge I’m

poed a Japanese bottle
I threw the vodka back
I thought they only made sake
Hunneds up in the Prada bag
Ya product lack, my pocket monster like a Pokéman

Riding Ozzy's train, cop a gold chain
Bottles to drain, cook up your brain
It ain't enough like the recipe done changed
Wash the pain away, no Clorox

champagne with bimbos, champion style
The way my niggas pop
Bottles finger pop models
We drop top autos, goin full throttle
Escape, c'mon what?

Yo, yo,