Lyrics:
last survivors crawl out of their bunkers
the first rays of sunlight for years
faded memories of
a better world
utopia becomes malicious presence
do it for paper
You come with the vapors or capers
Or caper and vapors
Its cool, someone I'll call later
Chorus:
Me and my homies, love the bottle
straight beneath the cold bunkers beneath our hearts
(FOREVEROLLING)
I'm in the stars
High in the sky, I jump and dive
I won't look down, afraid I
Gas for Huntington and back, barely
Equipped with Super-Soakers full of piss and an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit
turbulent, who salute the worker ant?
Duke up to the firmament, overthrow the vapors
With a fail-safe method composed by your nosy neighbors
Like this
they love to taste
Fiends say your shit was great
You see that nigga, pinch his face
Have a seizure by the gate
We call that shit the Harlem Shake
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
and then I caught the vapors
That's how we got together, on the bike
Late night, Kawasaki leathers (uh-huh)
He used to wine and dine me, diamond sex
the life for...
You little maggot
Have you never seen the moon
Gliding 'cross the western sky
A dead oak tree by the waterside
Putrid vapors rising
That
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee,
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lulld by the moonlight
bouquet
And by the look at my paint, man it's a wonderful spray
Sucker trynna fuck my high up on a sucker-free day
I told that sucker park your whip cause
holding on to my abandonment obsession
In hindsight I was just as ignorant as you were,
Blinded by the "you" word combined by the sutures
Good-bye
It's a beautiful disaster
I get this feeling I can't miss
You're getting harder to resist
And maybe by the time I know
It'll be too late to let you
the grasshop
The true cool is black, the new school is fat
The beats by the ounce, the funk by the pack
The hanging off the butts with the fat sole kicks
who stays the same
Is the fairy on the Christmas tree
Outside by the wall where snails have crawled
Leaving tinsel trails shining in
The moonlight pale
Marlena under Foster Grants
She's undercover from the dawn's advance
That girl is travel-drained
And the neon-mercury vapor-stained
Miami sky
Spirit me a game of stud
Stakes unscarred by limitation
Between a man named Gold and man named Mud
Club filled Gold with greedy vapors
Till his long,
Marlena under Foster Grants
She's undercover from the dawn's advance
That girl is travel-drained
And the neon-mercury vapor-stained
Miami sky
lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like Now and Laters
Split champagne wishes to bitches, trips to Vegas
Jot down
Bunker Hill,
Even though we lost, it was quite a thrill,
The rebel Colonel Prescott proved he was wise;
Outnumbered and low on ammunition
As the British
at the top of its nature, hitting that pussy while smoking on vapors
Cremate the body dispose of the ashes
My gun is still loaded and shooting at bastards
different
From those summers I remember
A degenerate seeking refuge
In the refuse of his childhood
Blue, black, beaten
By the drugs inside the system
Veins
Mash potatoes niggas they really be haters right
Yeah I be smoking on gas and cop by the ounce and smoke by the flavors
Niggas they talking that
bust you and fuck you up for chasing the paper
Then you fucked his baby momma so he already hate you
See the vapors are caught by those who choose foes
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