Lyrics:
vacuum
Screen Slave
Sucking on the bottle that they gave you
Changed me
Show you only what I like to show you
Fixing your mind with some ideas like some
drinking on Venus or Mars
Reach for the sky
For the vacuum of space sucks the bottles all dry
Oh infinite booty awaits us in space
We'll pillage
second wind, I'm sucking air like a vacuum
A bottle of water is all I'm looking for
Before I'm curled in a ball, just puking on the floor
Ok then hey,
Collecting the bottle caps, we needed all six
Trying to spell Pac-Man, the C was hard to get
I got my prize, a plastic yellow disc
With four
body real.
Bust out the vacuum.
Bust out the bottle.
Yea, crack another seal.
He done dropped another single,
With the visual.
cnd again, it flopped!
He
Three knocks on my door
Come in, I don't care what for
I need blood, I can barely breathe
I'll buy your vacuum but you'll never leave 'cause
I'll put
bottle
Its nothing but trouble
Another bottle
We'll make it a double
We're getting thirsty [thirsty thirsty thirsty thirsty]
No-where to go
Nothing to do
thousand beyond slang suffocate
Amplify sample through vacuum tubes compressions
Cause RZA to charge niggas twenty Gs a session
When my mind start
hear them howl at me
A scabby ketchup bottle and a two-dollar bill
I guess its time to pay the bill, but you know I never will
I'm hungry still
think I need that tear on a tattoo
My bitch suck, she a vacuum
Fuck her in the ass every time I'm in a bad mood
Ain't got a choice, know she do it
She's from the south bay.
She just loves to quote Hemmingway.
She vacuums the house in her high heals and her lingerie.
Dad's an engineer.
Mom
Aye Deelow this the one right here
I got bags of exotic for the low
I got bags of exotic for the low
Vaccum sealed and they ready to go
Duesse
stay in the bottle
I can't believe that I can't run away again
Again, again
When's the last time I tried
To exists in this vacuum of life
When's the last
ain't ready to kill
All my niggas havin' cookie bags
Vacuum sealed and ready to sell
M&M in the mail, I done took a lot of L's
Hundred niggas with
runnin' with some shottas (go)
Smokin' Sharklato in a fishbowl wearin' Prada (givin' it)
Got a drank bottle from the doctor, ridin' with a NLE Choppa
Don't matter just don't bite it
And don't spill my cup
And I don't want the bottle
Unless they sell mine up
She wanna fuck in my car
So we fucked in
have no hope
Then you'll have no fear
And you can laugh at yourself
Cause that's the only thing that's real
So tilt your bottle up
And never bring it
You better think about the shit hairdo you got mate
I work my dreams off for two bits of ravioli
And a warm bottle of Smirnoff
Under a manager that
the bottle
Then fucked every Instagram model
Screamin', "free Joc and Lil Lott"
I'm in the booth catching play
I used to sleep with the jay
I used
in here
Maserati, I just did it for Mazi
Did time, wasn't really a problem
Watch flooded, bend a block in the bottle
Fours down, this a violent
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
It just can't be what it can't be 'cause it simply what I say it is (say it is)
Busted out the vacuum seal, you can smell
Who's gonna throw the toilet?
Who's gonna throw the toilet off the roof?
We already smashed the TV
With a guitar and a vacuum
Who's gonna throw
fucked with the volume knob
Fuck all you snobs
Hoes, I hope all you rot
Two bottles of Lubriderm and a box of condoms
Is that all you brought?
And you
fucked with the volume knob
Fuck all you snobs
Hoes, I hope all you rot
Two bottles of Lubriderm and a box of condoms
Is that all you brought?
And you
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