lackadaisical , pabst and radio
Playing the latest Johnny Coltrane, upon the casio
Making me make my lady moan
Smoking strain of og, roll trees, sounds hot
When you say you’re stoned
Lost and faded though, miles davis flow
lots of soul, la semoule hows he know
I suppose, in the cold without a coat
This a cold, it is froze to the toes and the more
Anything is possible
I’m rocking maximo
Like I’m a aussie bro drinking faucets in the back of Billy bob camoro with you
not so artsy though this ain’t a barney show, party with the barbies
st-started up bacardi yo probably go and guard it if i could like im Sacario
This is where my heart is to my darling, that, im sorry yo
im marcus darvey mode
I ain’t gonna argue yo, this one be the hardest
Like it’s starving in the arctic, so
Stop the nazi'in and the kids who try to box me
You obviously never stop me on my quest with hassani
we joe vanni
doulce and gerbana dont you wanna line up a bide up on the vinyl
Thought you needed a reminder

On wrecking the beat through writing, G
and lettin' be the life of me
Rhyming it nice and climbing the pipes from letting the dope enlighten me
I'm hyping G spaz right go for the shot for three swish buckets puffs from mr rogers neighborhood aint nice as me
Like it B? Nah. Tough. Blame the rich for throwing em audible crack
Back in the days… break jail, … you loving the fact
…you stuck in the shack, god damn…
Never the stack… of course I’m loving them back
… giving o’s…and them shows, … be the pros
… catch up… give them jazz and the cash
Give them that, it’s a rap.


Thanks to moyo420 for correcting these lyrics

                          Thanks to twintipwarrior for correcting these lyrics