Dark matter with the scattered up above hands in the upper glove, touch Like bad double And two ain't enough, d.r.u.g.s "Don't ruin us, God said", Too much we electric slide, we should be closer soda, nothin' changed but a chola I see the sun then the clouds the vultures Pay in my sensei's sculpture as the angel on the Dikembe's shoulder Eyes looking MKUltra We deck the vision through these shades Bad through the screens of an arcade on the joy like the residues of heartbreak Park full of art, full of parquet 'Bedient new games, easily defeating Or two gangs meeting for the Or two on a Riesling, slow wind Meditate to the slow Decorate me shine till I go blind BDSM dominated it with no Safe word is don't stop, both or don't go no
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Coolest, tulips, flowers, fall from the Like from Galileo to lay low Ignorance that the isn't ours, the God Give all showers Toni found the fountain of youth, in the of power To only find in the fountain, drowning in power Surrounded dollars The moon surrounds us like moving chowder Cut, that's a mis-direct to the soul with dis-effect Names last like Mr. X Unless you Galilee dropping bowling on the discotheque With a disco hanging 'round your neck Dance, a new year Every I open my hands Thoughts moving circles and the universal don't throw salt in a circle Sumo you up off off your boy Tsunami you up off your [?] in the go Versace turned words into turquoise Medusa turned coke stone a hand on her thigh, she looked me in the eye and said Proceed to the next
so far, seems so much I cannot for good enough So I'll and I'll climb until I reach my prime The forces and fall again it up, will I reach the end In my eyes, there's a fire and it me high
Uh Soulo! Shoot for the moon, even if you miss be among the stars (space) Backstroke in my pool of thought but don't the sharks (wavy) Ab-solar system soldier Lupe say I'ma stoner, I say that I'm bolder Trapped in a where the trap is the game Scope horror, aquarius's make it rain here No love for honor, only God can judge us If you're Islamic, Allah, I've had to my collar With these niggas castin' like this Mancala Proceed to the next level, dig that with a shovel Black magic, matter of fact, if matter is A matter factory is in the making Uh, your database We race against time, no time to set a Tattuo and induced Too for school, unloose the noose and
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Next level, floor I'm for it been waiting all my life Tron, We're going up, we're up Next level, next