Uh, yep, yep, yep! Same one that I forgot to praise, still above me
One thing about it, I'ma beat 'em to the punches
Stumped all day, thinkin' mama, where the love went?
With every triplet of trips around the sun
Uh, yep, yep, yep! Same one that I forgot to praise, still above me
One thing about it, I'ma beat 'em to the punches
Stumped all day, thinkin' mama, where the love went?
With every triplet of trips around the sun
Some of the sludge get thicker
I'm chippin' away at crust
Hold your head ya shit is in for a whole 'nother bust
Roamin' the citadel
On foot eleven when the spliff gave me a rush
Play in the cuts like a DJ
Let me know if you wan' tangle with some lemon merengue
Wallabees sole stained gum
Explorin' a couple different avenues and stayin' dangerous
Day drunk, yuh
Sometimes the pain sit and fester into hate, beloved
I'm workin' on it
It's worth the time (It's worth the time)
Further down the line, you might realize
What's yours obviously mine
Toss the sword back into the vines
Callin' out for Lord, lookin' low and high
Finally found it at the core of my dimming fire
It's a little loss, what's a little lie, lye, lye
Tell 'em
[Outro]
Gotta make it straight
Get a jar, it's hot
The longer you can stand it, the straighter it's gon' be
I gritted my teeth, my eyes watered, my nose was runnin'
I couldn't stand it any longer
Then my head caught fire
Uh, yep, yep, yep! Ten istý, že som zabudol chváliť, stále nado mnou
Jedna vec o tom, out 'em do úderov
Studed celý deň, Thinkin 'Mama, kde sa láska šla?
S každým tripletom výletov okolo Slnka
Niektoré z kalu sa dostanú hrubšie
Som Chippin 'preč na Krust
Držte svoju hlavu ya hovno je pre celý 'nother bust
Roamin 'Citadela
Pešo jedenásť, keď mi SPLIFF dal spech
Hrajte v rezu ako DJ
Dajte mi vedieť, či ste sa zamotali s nejakou lemonálnou mesťou
Zafarbená guma
Explorin 'pár rôznych ciest a pobytu
Deň opitý, yuh
Niekedy bolesť sedieť a fester do nenávisti, milovaného
Pracujem na ňom
Stojí za to čas (stojí za to čas)
Ďalej, môžete si uvedomiť
Čo si zjavne moje moje
Hodiť meč späť do viniča
Callin 'Out for Pane, Lookin' Low a High
Konečne ho našiel v jadre môjho ohňa
Je to trochu strata, čo je trochu lož, Lye, Lye
Povedz im
[OUTRO]
Musím to urobiť rovno
Získajte pohár, je to horúce
Čím dlhšie môžete vydržať, rovnejší je to gon
Zmieril som si zuby, moje oči napojené, môj nos bol Runnin '
Nemohol som to užívať
Potom moja hlava chytila oheň