YGW Records
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Red,
red
The freaks come out at night
At night
Homes
Come to the real sideways
Fumble a dream, my women
Real hard with the bars
Stealing on fi a green car in Mars Growing up
Never want fi be no bad man Just gal man
They turn them bullets I was handed Them say I fed a man
They yuk and tanned They drink apple tanned
Basically *** wanted the life Of a guy I hang with
Next man they Had a damn blade
Said *** woulda give me a bad fade If my run repaid
For that measure that stayed home From
school Adversity from out the womb
No obstacle, cool me Use the power to cool it
No the Romeo can't do simming No costume for singing
Not for play dress up for said something Rhymes meant something
Tense confessional From a professional Burning man,
cholesterol
Death of dawn All the freaks come out at night
Necromantic Soon find it rather shallow and pedantic
As an uninstanced semantics Granted by Canterbury
Discount for your very own roots
Come to the real sideways Fumble a dream,
my women
Real hard with the bars Stealing on fi a green car in Mars
Used to be young and grimy Listening to black china,
poor facts,
pharmy
Banned substance for mans consumption
THC to function all in a melange
But in crunch time The blunt pharmy
Burning man convey emotions of violin
While I'm singing while my rhythm invisible
Cipher no visible light Transference occurrence black hole density
Coming out of me mentally Villain attributes
Pillar and absolute Absolutely past the viewpoint
of the dew point family Nothing was handed to me
Wild man in Tory Burning man Sagittarius Went
into etherserious Just to clear my verses
Gyanja came from the Indian Always within my glands expanding
Born here like a cannon In the nick of time and
Must cast the illegal 18 McAllen
Come to the real sideways Fumble a dream,
my women
Real hard with the bars Stealing on fi a green car in Mars
Come to the real sideways Fumble a dream,
my women
Real hard with the bars Stealing on fi a green car in Mars
Come to the real sideways