T.F.P. - Windchimes Pt. 2 Lyrics

Ayybeats every broad, broad, broad group of cops
I'm a devil at times, I'm an angel in mine
TFP33 homie get yo mind, that ninth cloud
Combination within, every time
Rollin' round in the red, let me look
Spiffin' now I got that polo
Pimpin' smellin' like Gucci, patchouli
F*ck em up, I scramble em up like eggs
You gotta know me, how I do it
Yes I lift em up and make em fall
Lift em up and make em fall
F*ck em up, kill em all
Know how we do
TFP, TFP baby, yeah we so
TFP baby, TFP we so
It's psyched, psyche, sike tsychē
A psychic with a thesaurus
Not advised to try to bite thee
The style I'm makin', I'm just makin' my lane
I make go-go insane, go-go super saiyan
Know what I'm sayin', I got them sittin
And sweatin' and hidin' and prayin
I'm a mantis on the lotus petal
Near the cave, they state that sunwukong
Was locked away, I let em out his cave
Live and roam, filled up with smoke and sage
Gotta keep the bad juju away
I done did like 20 toots today, it's safe to say
I laced my boots today, wait a second
In the first place, I'm still in first place
Ain't no silver medal, ain't no third way
Double parked the podium, look how much gold on him
Ain't nobody ahead of him
Can't nobody control the kid
Slick like Floyd with linoleum
Slick like jelly, jelly, petroleum, man
Smell like Kush, cologne, and ozium
Gucci and patchouli, so the room is f*ckin' groovy
And you know it when you walkin' in
Plus we shroomin', we're only human
Motion picture movies, movin