contraband (the plug has bags of me)

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah I know Apologies that's indiscreet Here's the code I know God That's my homegirl Up the street What you need Show my hand I understand What I should keep It's contraband, yeah, yeah It's contraband [Chorus] Got that good shit Yeah I know Apologies that's indiscreet Here's the code I know God That's my homegirl Up the street [Bridge] What you need Show my hand I understand What I should keep It's contraband, yeah, yeah It's contraband [Verse 1] We unseen Ain't no fist fight What I look like He's a treat Vis a vis Those that I stood by I had a good cry Pleased to meet I seen God tho Up the block tho First grade teacher Mrs Godbolt Show me thing that I do not know On the bus Southside Chicago Spell tradition Science fiction Spelling bee took me to districts Hyperbolic-syllabic-sesquedaly-mystic We unseen Ain't no fist fight What I look like Seems to be Vis a vis Those that I stood by I had a good cry Sweet relief [Chorus] Got that good shit Yeah I know Apologies that's indiscreet Here's the code I know God That's my homegirl Up the street [Bridge] What you got there Let me see What you got there Let me see What you got there Let me see! What you got there... [Verse 2] I still like Simon Petrikov Cause like him my mind is sectioned off It's a one size fits philosophy For each of the splintered parts of me Chest is wrinkled up Flesh is crinkle cut Secret questions yes Messing people up Safehouse is filled with captured flags Chopped my old self up to acid jazz Know what I have and haven't had Bought myself back in plastic bags Let's call it contraband Waiting to return to the land like Rocket Man Fuel cells burn, ain't no oxygen Saw my eyes They said not again, yeah They said not again, yeah They said not again