Culver City Park
That's where she got her start
I was feelin kinda down
Feeling sorta alone
Scrolling through my phone
For a bad bitch to bone
See
This worldly shit ain't no problem to me
It's when my spirit needs solving
On the brink of evolving
This internal storm never sees calming
Punching holes in walls
Ignoring calls
Lucy was in the sky
But brought the magic to the mountain
It started raining sour patch kids
Like the clouds were fountains
Made of gold
Some how I heard owls shouting
Don't chase clowns
Don't chase em down
They live underground
Right above the underground
Imagine a lame
That can't get with the sound
That whole mood just a frown
Lucy picked me up when I was down
Realigned all my chakras
Even let me talk to my papa
And my uncle kim
Lord knows I miss them!
My grandpas too,
Lucy transmitted the game
And called it Franceska Bleu
A kid from a hidden block
Evolved to a king
Still pickin through the locks
Lucy told me get it how you live it
Burn the trees let the movies play
Stay creative in a groovy way
Lucy went on like she had a list
I was like hold up lil bih I gotta piss
No porta potty
I had ta find a tree
Like I'm breakin down a blee
For the birds and the bees
Cuz I know way to many niggas that's anxious to squeeze
I'm confident if they met Lucy they'd all fall to they knees
Suck on her nipples
Play with her pussy for the keys
That she owns
To the doors that they locked
Tryin to protect these punk cops
Making housewives out these bops
Lucy to spiritual for the politicals
She makes me more receptive
Help me see the light
A new perspective
Time for a deep a breathe
In and out like a robbery
Lucy told me they gone try
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Culver City Park
That's where she got her start
I was feelin kinda down
Feeling sorta alone
Scrolling through my phone
For a bad bitch to bone
See
This worldly shit ain't no problem to me
It's when my spirit needs solving
On the brink of evolving
This internal storm never sees calming
Punching holes in walls
Ignoring calls
Lucy was in the sky
But brought the magic to the mountain
It started raining sour patch kids
Like the clouds were fountains
Made of gold
Some how I heard owls shouting
Don't chase clowns
Don't chase em down
They live underground
Right above the underground
Imagine a lame
That can't get with the sound
That whole mood just a frown
Lucy picked me up when I was down
Realigned all my chakras
Even let me talk to my papa
And my uncle kim
Lord knows I miss them!
My grandpas too,
Lucy transmitted the game
And called it Franceska Bleu
A kid from a hidden block
Evolved to a king
Still pickin through the locks
Lucy told me get it how you live it
Burn the trees let the movies play
Stay creative in a groovy way
Lucy went on like she had a list
I was like hold up lil bih I gotta piss
No porta potty
I had ta find a tree
Like I'm breakin down a blee
For the birds and the bees
Cuz I know way to many niggas that's anxious to squeeze
I'm confident if they met Lucy they'd all fall to they knees
Suck on her nipples
Play with her pussy for the keys
That she owns
To the doors that they locked
Tryin to protect these punk cops
Making housewives out these bops
Lucy to spiritual for the politicals
She makes me more receptive
Help me see the light
A new perspective
Time for a deep a breathe
In and out like a robbery
Lucy told me they gone try
That's where she got her start
I was feelin kinda down
Feeling sorta alone
Scrolling through my phone
For a bad bitch to bone
See
This worldly shit ain't no problem to me
It's when my spirit needs solving
On the brink of evolving
This internal storm never sees calming
Punching holes in walls
Ignoring calls
Lucy was in the sky
But brought the magic to the mountain
It started raining sour patch kids
Like the clouds were fountains
Made of gold
Some how I heard owls shouting
Don't chase clowns
Don't chase em down
They live underground
Right above the underground
Imagine a lame
That can't get with the sound
That whole mood just a frown
Lucy picked me up when I was down
Realigned all my chakras
Even let me talk to my papa
And my uncle kim
Lord knows I miss them!
My grandpas too,
Lucy transmitted the game
And called it Franceska Bleu
A kid from a hidden block
Evolved to a king
Still pickin through the locks
Lucy told me get it how you live it
Burn the trees let the movies play
Stay creative in a groovy way
Lucy went on like she had a list
I was like hold up lil bih I gotta piss
No porta potty
I had ta find a tree
Like I'm breakin down a blee
For the birds and the bees
Cuz I know way to many niggas that's anxious to squeeze
I'm confident if they met Lucy they'd all fall to they knees
Suck on her nipples
Play with her pussy for the keys
That she owns
To the doors that they locked
Tryin to protect these punk cops
Making housewives out these bops
Lucy to spiritual for the politicals
She makes me more receptive
Help me see the light
A new perspective
Time for a deep a breathe
In and out like a robbery
Lucy told me they gone try
Writer: QUINTON JOHNSON
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