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but you never pray, I'll never get it uh
I call her binoculars, cause she's part of my future uh
Live by the code of maths, cause I can never die if

to me know
I'm hitting different futuristic television glow
I'm cooking on the stove
And I'm whipping through the grove
Sweet potato pie smelling good

die with a check
High end clothes when a nigga hit the set
Old school coupe with the futuristic tech
I don’t wear no Kenzo, hop in the whip and dip low

Real rap shit, get paid to sin
I’m too advanced man I’m next gen
I’m here to make Ms, not here to make friends
I’m too advanced I’m futuristic
Forgot who

ass like a nice trick or treat
Throw the covers on her ass like a nice trick or treat
My mind is on that futuristic, optimistic I'm ballistic I'm so

hundos all you can say is kudos
Illiterate take yo ass to the book store
Im futuristic when it comes to the business
I keep her wet when im all up in it

of dice
I'm tryna be the one you come to when you need advice
That's how I know I'm living life
Got you by my side no second guessing or thinking twice
Her

got some chains on my neck (Aye)
They used to be on my wrist (Aye)
Fuck cop county, tell that officer suck a dick
Start smokin' gas by the zips
I'm high

preach
She like medusa she drink
Ramen noodles every week
Made me sick to my stomach
They was cheaper by the dozen
I got these marks from cousins

Kill you

Baffling connection of different events
Blamed by an uncertain vicissitude
Prepared assimilation is apparent
Listen to these steps and look back

That's uncontrollable they don't know it though
Never taking the time to try to find a way to go
Towards a train of thought that's futuristic
So afraid

a fuck about those internet hoes,
I gotta cut em off before they want to propose,
'Cuz the herpes isn't covered by my HMOs,
Delete 'em from my buddy list,

through the writing I could murder with the pen
Like NF and Futuristic I think I conjured an epiphany
My city staying strong we be bouncing back from

why it's natu-ral to the Offishall
That I should live for the time, so that I won't lose my mind
Word up
To give you artificial, hoping futuristic

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I been tested I been flexin 
But the boy ain't affected 
By the haters 
Catch me later 
Cuz now the girls cater 
Crowned with the dough
Stacks so

provided 2 forms of ID
She said "I don't have enough time"

We pull over next to a
Futuristic hover craft
And I pull out my wallet
Of fractions
This should

you peel your flesh off in strips,
driven wild by the sight of your titanium hips.
Drown, drown, drown.

All my hate, it's all my hate.
All my hate,

I walk into a pub and am greeted by pirates
Rowdy and fun, they seem cool, but my mind drifts back to my home
Where I could go to the movies, where I

right here will put you on your ass
I told them the kid was coming
Now they runnin bag dance
They got me in my bag
I sin bad
Thats no joke
I got hung by

can't relate
Superstar like Hannah
My looks make 'em gasp like asthma
He brings me gifts
Comes in my chimney like Santa
Call me by my name
Finger my peach

on the block with our bullet proof vests
No voodoo no witch craft can stop us
Wounded Healer represent
On this collective adventure, we're helping every cell
By

know I ain't playing
Imma keep it going till I'm rich
Still going by my own
Got no one controlling me
Got labels on the phone
Cause they know I got

God for the skill got my music on tidal
Married to the game hip-hop the bridal
Young makaveli damn that is the title
Am taking over step by step but

slain brains we maintain
Looking at our existence through cellophane
Paper
A futuristic knock-off of papyrus
American cast system
Government and religion