Ay ay
She wanna eat my intestines
She not inside of my pension
I stay counting up money inside of the backrooms undetected
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Ay
Speak truth at the beep
Got you playing detective
Like where do Em be
He speak truth on a beat
One day ill get me an emminate feat
Rolling another the stoner in me
Yeah I know all the ghosts and they still grab my feet
Once I met an oracle he down the street
I mean I am the prophet I live in the trees
I am the sun the moon and the blood that you bleed
Promise you never seen sum like dis before
Your disproportionate
I'm smoking horror bitch
My knife a sword no clipping through the floor again
Oh I am so fortunate
I fall asleep Z's pour all out my head
The source of dreams and death
Follow me to where I said
It's really almost there
Up and over the hill
Im fried off this tab not no f*cking pill
In my limbo silent dreams all my fantasies real