Peel the white sleeve off the black vinyl record
Blow the dust off the grooves and only grip it by the edges
Turn the player on and then ya move the needle second
Burn the fragrance of weed, the bong hit shall hit ya heavy
They asking me why I'm crouched in the corner
Like I was being cornered
They ask am I feeling normal?
I bask in the sunlight when I get out
Complete tasks to advance to the next round
The f*ck you think I'm mad bout?
I'm just chillin' smoking weed like a heathen
I breathe the same air as Adam and Eve in the Garden Eden
Rare fruit, that's the shit I never really be seeing
Fresh juice, that's what Ima create when I get to eatin'
Holy f*ck, burnt out in the head, I am numb
But these motherf*ckers wanna act like I just play dumb?
Uh, the crude nuisance
Booed but still do this
Clues to find me are scattered around my nucleus
This dude is sick like licking carts up at Walmart
They're all bars
All thought out and all are smart
I tend to pick apart sick art when I am in cars
Throw on a f*ckin' album and spark the blunt like cigar
Sometimes get so high, I can't even move my body
Sometimes I will find myself flying around, I'm godly
One more rhyme scheme, my mind is prone to placebo
Tend to wake up with some bars in my head like I'm f*ckin' emo
The Grand Scheme is to reach the tree branches
The man's spleen shouldn't go that far backwards!
The fantasies of a young hip hop master
Are coming together faster than Lync pulling a fast one
I fork over the 20 cents to the toll booth
Can't even travel without having to pay these fools
This planet's Scrabble and I gotta move the f*ckin' cubes
I'm looking for a clue but what the f*ck is a clue?
What the f*ck is a clue?
What the f*ck is a clue?
What the f*ck is a clue?
Riding round in the town with the lake view
What the f*ck is a clue?
What the f*ck is a clue?
What the f*ck is a clue?
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Peel the white sleeve off the black vinyl record
Blow the dust off the grooves and only grip it by the edges
Turn the player on and then ya move the needle second
Burn the fragrance of weed, the bong hit shall hit ya heavy
They asking me why I'm crouched in the corner
Like I was being cornered
They ask am I feeling normal?
I bask in the sunlight when I get out
Complete tasks to advance to the next round
The f*ck you think I'm mad bout?
I'm just chillin' smoking weed like a heathen
I breathe the same air as Adam and Eve in the Garden Eden
Rare fruit, that's the shit I never really be seeing
Fresh juice, that's what Ima create when I get to eatin'
Holy f*ck, burnt out in the head, I am numb
But these motherf*ckers wanna act like I just play dumb?
Uh, the crude nuisance
Booed but still do this
Clues to find me are scattered around my nucleus
This dude is sick like licking carts up at Walmart
They're all bars
All thought out and all are smart
I tend to pick apart sick art when I am in cars
Throw on a f*ckin' album and spark the blunt like cigar
Sometimes get so high, I can't even move my body
Sometimes I will find myself flying around, I'm godly
One more rhyme scheme, my mind is prone to placebo
Tend to wake up with some bars in my head like I'm f*ckin' emo
The Grand Scheme is to reach the tree branches
The man's spleen shouldn't go that far backwards!
The fantasies of a young hip hop master
Are coming together faster than Lync pulling a fast one
I fork over the 20 cents to the toll booth
Can't even travel without having to pay these fools
This planet's Scrabble and I gotta move the f*ckin' cubes
I'm looking for a clue but what the f*ck is a clue?
What the f*ck is a clue?
What the f*ck is a clue?
What the f*ck is a clue?
Riding round in the town with the lake view
What the f*ck is a clue?
What the f*ck is a clue?
What the f*ck is a clue?
Blow the dust off the grooves and only grip it by the edges
Turn the player on and then ya move the needle second
Burn the fragrance of weed, the bong hit shall hit ya heavy
They asking me why I'm crouched in the corner
Like I was being cornered
They ask am I feeling normal?
I bask in the sunlight when I get out
Complete tasks to advance to the next round
The f*ck you think I'm mad bout?
I'm just chillin' smoking weed like a heathen
I breathe the same air as Adam and Eve in the Garden Eden
Rare fruit, that's the shit I never really be seeing
Fresh juice, that's what Ima create when I get to eatin'
Holy f*ck, burnt out in the head, I am numb
But these motherf*ckers wanna act like I just play dumb?
Uh, the crude nuisance
Booed but still do this
Clues to find me are scattered around my nucleus
This dude is sick like licking carts up at Walmart
They're all bars
All thought out and all are smart
I tend to pick apart sick art when I am in cars
Throw on a f*ckin' album and spark the blunt like cigar
Sometimes get so high, I can't even move my body
Sometimes I will find myself flying around, I'm godly
One more rhyme scheme, my mind is prone to placebo
Tend to wake up with some bars in my head like I'm f*ckin' emo
The Grand Scheme is to reach the tree branches
The man's spleen shouldn't go that far backwards!
The fantasies of a young hip hop master
Are coming together faster than Lync pulling a fast one
I fork over the 20 cents to the toll booth
Can't even travel without having to pay these fools
This planet's Scrabble and I gotta move the f*ckin' cubes
I'm looking for a clue but what the f*ck is a clue?
What the f*ck is a clue?
What the f*ck is a clue?
What the f*ck is a clue?
Riding round in the town with the lake view
What the f*ck is a clue?
What the f*ck is a clue?
What the f*ck is a clue?
Writer: Lync Lone
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid