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Sea lab underneath the water Sea lab at the bottom of the sea My chest hurting The flesh on my flesh burning I'm stressed but I don't stress it Unless it affects person I cared about the other ones Smoking with a punctured lung Walk in to the classroom Zone until the function's done College student but my goals ain't studious Daydream at the back of the class I bang gluteus Payroll on faculty staff its dang foolishness Its hard to make an a Down a Sprite and Tanqueray Party harder than Jeff Hardy I'm hardly martyred invest bargains in Breast partin Bitch I think I'm Moses Eyes rolling back start to trip on second dosage Listen to the lyrics you could learn a lesson focus Trill to the Tomb Fresh to death death is bogus You will get consumed Pop pills to the moon False teeth fill the gaps with the fool's gold Build my tombstone out of moonstone Its free cinema Cat guts get caressed by the horse hair My body's on Earth but my head is in Norfair I'd walk home but I'd just get ignored there I'd walk home but I'd just get ignored there And you can ride to it ride to it Or you could slide through it slide through it Or we could die to it die to it Yo Bust shots fuck cops Bust shots fuck cops Bust shots fuck cops Still singing Bust shots fuck cops Bust shots fuck cops Bust shots fuck cops Sing it with me now Good morning melancholy how you doing? Yesterday was probably ruined due to my defining hubris But I don't want to live my life calculated Calibrated with society's repetitive karate movements Yo my mouth's a shotty shooting up a body of a student Who's been taught how to be human "Study hard, and don't be foolish Don't pursue a hobby further than a hobby stupid You could be a lawyer doctor You could drive Bugatti's zooming Through the streets with a hottie Sip Bacardi while you do it Slurping on the chalice callous Throw your phallus in the booty of a lady you've just met You've been shot up by a cupid That's what you've decided Because pride defines your movement If you've never lived their dream You ain't sloppy never blew it Call their dream a nightmare Scream "Illuminati" while you do it But I'd much rather pursue My own path that I've alluded to Crafting all this music I'm just rapping for amusement and You can ride to it ride to it Fuck your life and your guide to it I do it how I fucking feel And that's fucking real homie So whats the fucking deal I just want to chill only Yup, and you can ride to it ride to it Especially if its my music I use it never to conceal Yo I'm fucking ill homie Can't you fucking tell Can't you fucks smell the OG Bust shots fuck cops Bust shots fuck cops Bust shots fuck cops Yeah yeah yeah uh Bust shots fuck cops Bust shots fuck cops Bust shots fuck cops Yeah
Writer(s): Dennis Billy Nettles, Ravil Melling Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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