Lyrics

You know what to do Where's your life? You don't want to Have to pay the price For all the sin that's being committed Comic death, common debt, calming death, committed Hey Mister I got a list of commands I got a million hair strands Won't you match me in grands I'll need a bill in advance All cash, black trash bags Garbage truck to make them drop some hash No cops, just the grass Yep a crop full of masters and hay stacked barrels Vegan rap churros And a diamond cut arrow Sharper than an eye, and a god On a sparrow in some thrift store apparel And I'm reckoner In your fucking retina I know I can't take it with me But a stable fucking life would most certainly be nifty I pray my faith alone could lift me Cause half them niggas faces in the dark be looking shifty What is it you wanna give me? Sixty bucks, a couple ducks, some jiffy Enough grub to get me pissy Hissy, but bitchin' Yes you can't recall The amount of what you put in is next to the towel (yeah nigga, good job, good job on that shit) And it was all you was waiting for You didn't take it, I admit You are patient but you're way too slow Wait! May the heavens be opened up to me now Be filled with so much light that I could J walk clear across the open sea While the [?] erodes along with ego, then explodes Provides a crowd for the average joe The ram shack to stagnate code I'm a [?] animal, but not my savage soul Rabid attacking those who can pull rabbits out of hats and glow But not just hammer throw Camera man should stand Way the fuck back into the crowd My demons mean above the status quo Whoa (chuckling oh my god) Do y'all feel as strange as I do? (nigga)(too many fears on the heart, nigga) (I can't, I can't go, like, sometimes I can't help like, "really, really?") Do y'all niggas, do y'all, like, wake up in the morning like "what the fuck?!" (Like I just, like got to stop, and like, thank god) I be on this internet shit all day like, man Anybody in here motherfuckin' see [?] (everybody grab somebody and say you love them) The blqbrd, G7, Zeroh, go, yeah Weed it is, weed it is (weed it is) We done done it, we done done it It's the motherfuckers versus the mothaluva's Grab the first form of life you see and party like it's 2012 in this bitch Play the game Do the glitch Do the glitch, do the glitch, do the glitch Do the Matrix (Blqbrd tweeting at your window)(I know you tired) (choking) Oh shit