Lyrics:
to catch them by the gas station
Like Hank Hill with the Propain
Custies lined up like it’s
Soultrain
The whole hood is a gas chamber
mad anger
Racing down the highway while scrolling through your phone
James Taylor tunes are cranking but your tummy starts to moan
You spot a fill up station
to catch them by the gas station
Like Hank Hill with the Propain
Custies lined up like it’s
Soultrain
The whole hood is a gas chamber
mad anger
ruin the bunch
Tainted blue liquid do not drink that punch
It ain't cool like Kool-aid how our neighbors getting sprayed
Society's debts left unpaid lead
The grass looked greener from the other side
You get to the TV station
They're going to beam you across the nation
You got to get dressed
Freshly pressed
suffer
To graze the cows are made
Liquid manure lets algae grow
The colour in the lakes is dark as jade
Don't you see please agree
Climate change triumphs
a lover
VVS on me's water
Cyber vehicle seats a couple
Love at the chargin' station with the way I hold her
Liquid drops runnin' under her DVF eyewear
Beautiful women looking exquisite
Warrior Riders coming to get it
Lyrically Active full of that liquid,
Mamba mentality punching your Ticket
Classical Stern
Everyone’s smoking coz they’ve always got 'em
They’re stood in the way of earth’s actualisation as a gnarly space station
And this message isn’t just hidden
Let's get to business
But I
On this route fourteen
God bless me
Its a journey my tank
On full
Cause I stopped at the gas station
Briefly cause
My soul got
at gas stations
Rob the nation, tell your mom I am not a crook
Then I fuck her in the ass leave her back behind to cook
In the kitchen - you a rook, I'm
the cold abysmal monotony. A sort of liquid conscious response to its fluidity and rhythmic drifting hither and tither like a jellyfish at the mercy
went back to Tetris
Or even further traditional hunting yeah that cool too
It's so cool like
Like liquid nitrogen cool that's minus 196 celsius
Or minus
How far to Farafra
How long 'til I see Siwa
Way station in the wasteland
A balm for bleary eyes
Buzzing head rings hollow
My mouth too dry
I'm sick of sitting on my bed
And waiting for a relation
If you wanna listen to me
Why you always changing the station
Well I don't care
I don't
invade the stations air waves
And rest haven on your listeners membranes
I done payed some change, I got Timbo
This is not a brainy thang yo this is
stations'll express they sadness
Play classics back to back and pass out "Stop The Violence" pamphlets
Just imagine, every night ya' girls fuckin' ya' best
and at the good radio station.
This is to the DJ keepin me on replay.
Keep the hustlers and the thugs jammin in they cars.
And keep the girls dancin in the hall.
to dystopia
Technocrat whip
Adapt to crumb stations
Adrenochrome intervention
Adrenaline oxidazed
Cracking the algorithm
Viscous liquid inside the skin
sauce on her and liquid never split,
Lucky toes on her pur,
I make her feet come quick,
Oooh,
This just nympho lust,
I give her nympho love,
She
on the tracks
Saw it smashed to a fragmented
Mess by the midnight express from Atlantis
OO-OO a manifestation of pure
Liquid light never stops at the stations
It
who gon get dissed now
First, I kick a verse for them niggas that thurst for the liquid
When I kick it, check it
True soldier, started as a teen in
over
Liquid crystal simulation
Like a ghost at the service station
In some far off fencepost nation
Is it any wonder
We're on the outside
Falling
faces gone be workin' at the gas station
You sack chasin', I'm the black Jason of rap makin'
Takin' calculated steps, I been playin' chess
The rest of you
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