Dark matter with the scattered up above Velvet hands in the upper glove, Like bad dutch And two ain't enough, d.r.u.g.s "Don't us, God said", #DROGAS Too much pride we electric slide, we should be Like soda, changed but a chola I see the sun then the then the vultures Pay respects in my sensei's High as the angel on the shoulder Eyes like MKUltra We deck the through these dark shades Bad dreams the screens of an arcade on the joy like the residues of heartbreak Park full of art, arteries full of 'Bedient like new games, defeating Or two meeting for the evening Or two feet on a Riesling, wind Meditate to the mind Decorate me shine till I go blind BDSM dominated it no bind Safe word is don't stop, both or don't go no
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Coolest, tulips, flowers, fall the towers galls from Galileo to lay low Ignorance that the world ours, the God them all showers Toni found the fountain of youth, in the of power To only find truth in the fountain, in power Surrounded with The moon surrounds us like moving chowder Cut, that's a mis-direct to the soul with dis-effect Names don't last Mr. X Unless you Galilee dropping bowling on the discotheque With a disco hanging 'round your neck Dance, a new year Every time I open my Thoughts moving circles and the universal Yokozuna's throw salt in a circle you up off off your turf boy Tsunami you up off your [?] in the go 'Fore Versace turned words turquoise turned coke into stone With a on her thigh, she looked me in the eye and said Proceed to the level
Sounds so far, seems so I cannot settle for enough So I'll sweat and I'll until I reach my prime The rise and fall again it up, will I reach the end In my eyes, a fire and it takes me high
Uh Soulo! Shoot for the moon, even if you you'll be among the stars (space) Backstroke in my pool of but don't mind the sharks (wavy) Ab-solar intergalactic soldier Lupe say stoner, I say that I'm much bolder Trapped in a game where the is the game Scope this horror, make it rain here No love for your honor, only God can us If you're Islamic, Allah, had enough to my collar With these niggas castin' stones like Mancala to the next level, dig that with a platinum shovel Black magic, matter of fact, if is fact A matter factory is in the perhaps Uh, erase database We race time, no time to set a date and youth induced Too cool for school, the noose and
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Next level, floor I'm for it been waiting all my life Tron, We're up, we're going up level, next floor