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[Hook: Arc Elliot]
Smoking good, looking
Girlfriend what's the issue,
Got hooked, take a look
never ever gonna miss you, girl
Get it understood, you looking
Mind and body gotta equal, girl
How your hangs low like the bottom of your red shoes
And I think it's Vuitton, too

1:]
Reality is wisdom,
I like Horus, I don't like
Hindsight oh my I adore, for the time being yes I am
Drunk my card the ace of spades
And I hate to go away without this money made
But niggas be telling to in the reason to actor
Nigga lose his job, it all on bad luck
Known to coast and my not open
The cold comes season, trick
In the summer we smoke hunnids, my comes often evil shit
Just spews my mind, I get confused all the time
My wall of space is confined, so you better elevate or time
Just lose

2:]
Shady, I play that
I be acting as if I'm a man
And my mother to my brother another
Boy oh yes you can
my sisters I keep the shit right
And my that kiss you good night
40 in my liquor cup
Sick of and I pick you up
Bang from the same gang
rocks if you can't hang
Lil nigga you saying, mayne?
up while the blames hang
Growing up was a plane,
In the it's all good, made our own Hollywood
Took a picture the my mental track me like a alien
I thoughts with divine course
And exhale exhaust from my
her I won't appear again
Fuck that, if I'm going who will care again?
Hate to be American, get from experiments
Cause the truth in the
And we all immigrants
And you're through your filaments
Lay back if you a bit
And indulge in this shit
And that real nigga
Dissolve all that shit, play a different game
too easy to be ignorant
Just lay back and a bit

One
all that other shit

One time, one time for my niggas of the
Two times, two times for my ladies are not a ho
One time, one time for my niggas of the

Angel but she want me for my
Telling other she ain't never gonna wait
So by smashing the Range
beat then I add her to the payroll
Smoke another doob with a and a bro
But I won't say it
the people who won't grow
So I carrying the weapons that beat you through postal
Where we gon' go? Where we gon' go?
To the of the Horace eye
Fuck I am going 'til there's no reply

Zombies
try tah
South by southwest, all the way Brooklyn