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fucking clueless
Bunch a virgins who can't drive
Take a look through your third eye
See the world through a birds eye
Got an Odin point of view and I turn

been this before (I've been here before)
Good guy, bad guy, plain world
This time, last time, I gave ‘em hell
If I’m stepping out the house, I need

Don't want to spend my whole life trying to get right
I'm trying to have fun and get by so I'll write
I want to help those who can't sleep so they

a cumulus 
Those signs are very numinous I've witnessed with my third oculus 
No place for the animus up high all is scrupulous 
No actions are felonious

haters
With gravitity of world that are related (layers)
Keep framing these paintings
Painting bigger paintings in my basement
Art collaborations for

the air and see
The world inhalin' me
And see this kid from valley hi givin' these instrumentals third degree (Aha!)

But lately I'm just feelin' off my

that Rock The Casbah was used by the americans during The Gulf War
That's ironic, you never know how things will end
I've always liked the group, I've

And depend on Him alone
When you look at the world Today
You will see a lot of Motivational speakers or high Scholars from different Backgrounds
Telling us

I've been Helen of Troyed 
Betrayed by the world
Left for dead
No words where said

I was the Prophet 
The prophecy spoke
I was the chosen one
I

my bruddas by
The skin and they color the world need to change
I been feeling your pain them with people their wicked ways
Trust me been praying for

And we jammed out
To the world's easiest chords

First chord: all the girls stop and listen
Second chord: all the girls' tops go missing
Third chord: all

locked in a cage like my minds a prison
These feelings
My emotions
I can't slow 'em nor control 'em
My world stuck inside this moment
Will I lose it will I

hold that crown
We locked in the world locked Out
Your nipples stiff my rod out
Its pound town till you
Knocked out
My weed loud and my liquor Brown
By

to the lies of the serpent
God I am your servant
I am your servant
But I ain't started working
Distracted by these girls that are twerking
And Lust is burning

Use to get by
With only ganja
Now I'm a stressed guy
Never thought id scratch over this high
Music's my life and it made me a Jedi
Recluse by myself in

back/
for the third act//
Word is bond I Ratatatted that ass battered the bootie caramel complected hood rattatouille/
The type when you drive by make you

fantasy, with the scene being shot for a movie and the many paying extras lured by a rave concert featuring performances by neo-disco group Deee-Lite

What's your addiction
Is it money, is it girls, is it weed
I've been afflicted
By not one, not two, but all three
And she's got the same thing
About

Dog caught up trying to make the mail
Third strike and ain't got no bail
Inside it hurt like hell
Everyday this how the world turn
In the heat but don't

To see if that girl listened, my world twisted, oh my god
I promise I’m too honest, surrounded by fakes
All you want shit but you wont do what it takes
You

to discover what's going on in this rhyme

I wrote this song for you and nobody else
The truth is I don't know who I am by myself
Who's been by my side four

you[00:51.20]But you don't ever see this paper girl—the way I see it[00:54.00]You gotta be a monster[00:55.16]Just to be sponsored by these cretins[00:56.77]And

There are so many things going on in the world right now
Every time you turn on the TV, look at Facebook, Instagram, there’s a new image
And I got

a thousand things you think
About when you’re the first guy
Second guy third guy getting ready going
In a room and flooding
And that’s what I talk about