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Okay, you can get it, not offended, not a problem 'Cause every single one that came my way, you know I solved 'em I keep my phone dead, still they hit me, still they calling I take just what I need, dropping and mix it in the cauldron Drop (drop), let it drop on they ass Every shadow of the past blow away with the ash Never stop (stop) You can never get a pass, step away from the trash If you come in, you gon' get that ass stomped (stomped) I reside under the bridge, where the dead come to live Two-stroke coated ribs get whomped (whomped) Dirty rag to the mouth, you ain't know what we 'bout Where the tracks and the route get dumped Remember the trail behind Jonna's? We'd gather Corona's, they empty of course And we'd bag 'em and go just to get us a quarter Of something that we thought was dope Fuck it though, fuck it though, roll it (roll it) When it get bad, you will know it (know it) Wallow away in the same fucking place Just a person that hated that town that he came Fuck it though, fuck it though, roll it (roll it) When it get bad, you will know it (know it) We paid a fee, all we got was the faux All we wanted was fire and a blunt just to roll Am I lurking at your door? You don't really want to know Shut your eyes, let it go, put your dreams in a boat, let it float You gon' know when I come in through the floor When the waves crash down and you wake up to a noise What was that? What was that? What was that? What was that? What was that? What was that? What? Droppin' out the land where the map is your hand Point to the Palm area and then they understand Droppin' out the land where the map is your hand Point to the Palm area and then they understand
Writer(s): Elmo O Connor, Barnacle Boi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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