Camp Fire

Lyrics

[Intro: Bill] Yeah Ahem Yeah [Verse 1: Bill] You don't got bars that drop, hard to hit Neighborhood pharmacist Jarrin' up this haze in the shade to rock cardigans Center starter, better get your starters sparkin' It's lemon scented, it started to spend a trend In the parks of a very tended I started with every pen then I'm on this shit Late night faze through these tenements and darker sins I'm not startin' with rappers, I'm black Mortus Smack your fuckin' ass hard as the glass of the backboard, and I'm back for them, see his ass tour and laugh more If I'm not havin' fun, what the fuck am I writin' raps for? I'm the last chord, plug it I'm comin' with nothin' but this fuckin' rugged shit, I'm that floored I'm a nuisance, I do this, I've been fluent But the sin of [?] ruin where I been, I been movin' Ten-for-ten rudest, villain of the park Give some sense to 'em, pillar of the art [Interlude: Mac Miller] Yeah, yeah Some Point Breeze shit, you know? Ahem [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Yeah, a little speed and tequila lead me to beat-makin' Was my intention to walk that led to freebasin' Spend a few too many thousand wasted eBay-in' Watch the trust fall, that's team-buildin' exercises It's Fuck Everybody Enterprises You always ten feet ahead, but just a step behind us I guess I'm fine with lettin' me choose the devil I get to sign with You wet vaginas, these rappers are softer than fresh bouq' Iris Obsessed with violence, weapons on deck like dead pirates Haven't found God yet, the closest that I get is silence It's never quiet, Satan dwell inside their briefcases I'm glad we made it, now I'm thankful I'm a free agent Fresh out of prison, throw the deuces up like Nixon Tell me, what's the difference 'tween wisdom and superstition? We just civilians, the villains kiss the infants Ain't no such thing as coincidence, shit [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] Yeah, we smokin' stupid blunts, but my thoughts ain't dumb I got ninety-nine problems but a thot ain't one, uh All my bitches bisexual and bilingual I got a bible and a rifle, God, I'm evil To all these common people, yeah, the heat is brewin' Kinda like summer school for a UCLA student That's always true and, yeah, I'm on a roll This is special education for the honor roll I'm kinda throwed, like softballs in a league of their own I've been the shit since I could piss on my own You just a toilet bowl, a foil in the microwave You don't be-long like short film casting calls Throw your life away We got that coke that don't get you up in 6-Flags "Roller Coaster Fast Pass" That's Ab-Soul; don't forget the dash, ho Put your butt on this, no hunnid-yard dash, though [Outro: Ab-Soul] Soul