Lyrics:
Joan was quizzical; studied pataphysical
Science in the home.
Late nights all alone with a test tube.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Maxwell Edison, majoring
Joan was quizzical; studied pataphysical
Science in the home.
Late nights all alone with a test tube.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Maxwell Edison, majoring
Joan was quizzical; studied pataphysical
Science in the home.
Late nights all alone with a test tube.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Maxwell Edison, majoring
Joan was quizzical; studied pataphysical
Science in the home.
Late nights all alone with a test tube.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Maxwell Edison, majoring
Joan was quizzical; studied pataphysical
Science in the home.
Late nights all alone with a test tube.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Maxwell Edison, majoring
Joan was quizzical; studied pataphysical
Science in the home.
Late nights all alone with a test tube.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Maxwell Edison, majoring
Joan was quizzical; studied pataphysical
Science in the home.
Late nights all alone with a test tube.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Maxwell Edison, majoring
Joan was quizzical; studied pataphysical
Science in the home.
Late nights all alone with a test tube.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Maxwell Edison, majoring
Get that cock
Delayed on knocks
I’m waiting for the next time
I’m ready for the next one
Mix some red into that tube
Get me dirty as it flows back
a tube-train up your spine
Will the tightrope reach the end
Will the final couplet rhyme
And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
Critical
To get physical?
Aint no preventing what
Im finna do
Im pinning
til you hit ya pinnacle
Another round
Like an inner tube
Then slow it down
Forgive my rugged individuality
But I learned it from a box preaching alternate realities
Low salaries, more calories
Goldilocks sold me tube socks
Angels and demon blood cross in test tube
Born agnostic, build a god to confess to
Molest you with the same hand that blessed you
My heart is
Back in 8th grade, I used to keep a Nike shoebox
Stashed a few baseball cards under my tube socks
The little bit of money that I earned from my
Aint rapped in a while but fuck it im sinked in
Yall gonna hear me out the way you listen to Big spit
Flow tight like feet wrapped up in tube socks
too fly
Spent all my old money now Im steady making new guap
Came a long way from stuffing baggies in my tube socks
Groovie yea bitch I be Groovie
I
to the track it's a groove
Yea it's lil Qajim same one from the tube
I know what juice said but i'm on to 22
RIP to him it's not a diss it's just a fact
Where
key like frank, don't give interviews
Post a pic on my story, and they in the views
Right now im just floating like an inner tube
Laced up like a pair
Here we go
Straight down the middle
Life's dull until you get a little
Twist in your interest
I'm just trying to forget your face
Watched the tube
this a tidal swell
Bitch I’m ready for that title belt
You been putting on for a minute now
Grinning for these pictures but you wasn’t feeling proud
You
a millie then go adios
I ride for hours searching for rooftop
I got the power to manifest a unicorn
I broke the router searching for some tube socks
Can't go
and the bad blood bitter
That's the last damn time I ever match on Tinder
Trash my Twitter send a fax I'm injured
In a rat trap mad yelling snap my picture
the underground
Yo I'm the mad scientist in a lowered El Dorado
Doctor Zhivago sipping on amontillado
From a test tube bubbling with mixed elixirs
Rick Flair with
When I see our pictures on the wall
Beautiful memories
Losing our way
In a maze called the Louvre
Wondering what's in the tubes of Centre Pompidou
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