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[Hook: Erick Arc
Smoking good, looking
Girlfriend the issue, huh?
Got them hooked, take a
Nigga never gonna miss you, girl
Get it understood, you looking
Mind and body gotta equal, girl
How your soul hangs low like the bottom of 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 it's the ace of
And I hate to go away without getting this made
But be telling to believe in the reason to actor
Nigga his job, blame it all on bad luck
Known to coast and my eyes not
The comes every season, trick
In the summer we smoke hunnids, my fall comes evil shit
Just from my mind, I get confused all the time
My wall of space is confined, so you better or lose time
lose time

2:]
Shady, I don't play
I be acting as if I'm a man
And my to my brother from another
Boy oh yes you can
From my sisters I the shit right
And my that kiss you good night
40 slugs in my cup
Sick of shot and I you up
Bang bang from the same
Kick rocks if you can't
Lil nigga what you saying,
Roll up while the hang
up was a plane, mayne
In the hood all good, made our own Hollywood
a picture the system my mental track me like a alien
I combine thoughts with course
And exhale from my skeleton
Tell her I won't again
Fuck that, if I'm going who will even care
to be American, get away from experiments
Cause the truth in the
And we all fucking
And lying through your filaments
Lay if you drink a bit
And indulge in this nigga
And that real nigga
all that simple shit, play a different game
It's too to be ignorant
Just lay back and a bit

One
all that other shit

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

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

Zombies
try tah
South by southwest, all the way Brooklyn