Parachute Escape / Counseling

Lyrics

[Part I: Parachute Escape] [Intro] Tell your mother I love her, nigga [Verse 1] As the captain survive the battle Jacket made from Norwegian cattle Pills in my pocket sound like a baby rattle Stomp into the cockpit of the stealth bomber, fuck karma Resemble Che Guevara in my recent pictures Piss expensive liquors Sexin' on eccentric bitches, it was in the scriptures Of the good book, Salmon filleted by the good cook King of my castle through a shook crook Or a pawn piece, silk on the Don's sheets Hooked on the pharmies, my head stashed where the bong be Da$H the field, you catch me where the Gods be Mt. Olympus, Hera as my mistress Eating shrimp up off a discus, bitch I really live this Check the quota, smoking SOMA out in Wigoma I'm on the Motorola, discussing cash of course A left jab from Zab had paid the mansion off Motherfucker it's him [Hook] And I ain't prayed in motherfucking months So a nigga wonder where I'm going when I die And lately I been talking to these blunts Cause they the only ones that never ever told a lie I'm either flying or I'm frying I'm either flying or I'm frying nigga I'm either flying or I'm frying I'm either flying or I'm frying nigga [Verse 2] Yo, my self esteems on amphetamines, I'm a walking benzo Got a bitch named Mckenzie but I just call her Kenzo Stole her father Enzo, smoking in it with the tints low Now I'm schizo off the blunt Did it for the stunt, nah, did it for the bread You in it for the love, bitch I'm in it for the head Get it right, give a nigga wife rice out of spite Made the game, you're playing Fischer Price Throw the dice, hit the trips, bitches licking dick Kiss the 'wood, grip the Remy fifth, now I'm feeling tips Get it jumping, some pussy niggas think they pumping My homie showing up with something sure to end the function Ain't sane, whole squad got the set banged And most of these rappers need a sex change Chief hash, eyes lower than my jeans sag It's "Free Mav" 'til they free Mav [Hook] And I ain't prayed in motherfucking months So a nigga wonder where I'm going when I die And lately I been talking to these blunts Cause they the only ones that never ever told a lie I'm either flying or I'm frying I'm either flying or I'm frying nigga I'm either flying or I'm frying I'm either flying or I'm frying nigga [Part II: Counseling] [Verse 1] Young and high as if Medusa cut her eyes at me Cry when I'm happy, laugh when I'm sad Sayin' she only going to college cause she trying to make her mom happy Strung out so she don't fuck with her dad And she'll do whatever it takes just so I could see the bigger picture Realest nigga, roll the dope before a nigga dick her Said she was a sniffer, but only on occasions And I couldn't say I minded all these drugs that I be taking Conversations, situation got her ridin' like she brakeless [Verse 2] But maybe she wanted out, I never asked the bitch But that actavis and hash and cabbage spliff will have you on some bastard shit Muscle relaxers injested after I crashed the whip She started screamin' so loud that a nigga had to smack her, shit Now I'm a lone ranger Saddle crafted after mastiff skin, so you can see I'm on my bullshit Like a preacher from the pulpit Or a skeezer with a full lip schemin' on a full grip "Fuck 'em", ain't much more that a nigga could tell her Heads spinnin' like propellors, vision impaired, Helen Keller From this Crown that I'm drowning in [Outro] I found a pool full of liquor and I dived in it Ride tinted, lime scented, dimes in it All these rap lines is just the life that I'm livin' Yeah, so