Sunday Bop (feat. Rasp-5 & MROSE)

Kept the speed dial on the celly but changed numbers

Blowin zaz in the telly that grape butter

Great bluffer

Bet your soul, best to know the cost

Go with god

It’s the dealer that control the odds

Yea

Whatever you say brother

Hear the rumble in my tummy

Don’t tell me it ain’t hunger

Ain’t summer till the snow dissolves

It’s still brick on the road to Oz

And my belly’s the same color

Damn

I’m just keeping it mellow yellow

Plotting and scheming I got a secret to tell Othello

5am

Lookin for deli’s that sell Modelos

The beast

Finally felt at peace when he held a cello

And now

He be using a mandolin as a Vicodin

Love is a balance of abandonment and entitlement

It’s safe to say it’s late to play it safe

So ima buy some nicer rims for the ambulance that I’m riding in

I know when things get low

Sometimes you want to give up.

And every night you try to fight the urge to leave but

All it takes

is a moment away

So Ill meet you Sunday

Same time, my place

Took with me every lesson I could take

In this life

Ock will only sell you looseys if he recognize ya face

so you best to find your place

Cus the game is the game

They be givin you forbidden fruit to weaponize the taste.

That’s ironic

I’m harvesting weed in the garden of eden

when I package chronic

use the baggies

with the apple on it

At least the sense of humor BUSSIN

back on my old mac like the red computer button

Fuck'em

Had to subvert the management

Got the mind erased

Lungs scrubbed for contaminants

Chain smoking

Till they a cure for panicking

I’m killin 27s like the club Kurt and Janis in

Woah

Lemme chill lemme chill

Forgot that sunburns tend to peel when they heal

So Im feeling brand new

Whats the deal? Whats the deal?