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You know What the fuck Yeah! Ground zero, Mile Zero, let me get this started Like a Pinto sitting instrumental, mentally charging Pull up my astral music, no need for wires and a Mic cord, bouncing like mattresses stuck inside a moving Truck, stumbling drunk, I talk, took up and ran down a ravine In a stream, I cr-cr-crawled in it wet, drip Yeah, young boy drip I do that shit for me like tattoos on the inner lip Oh, go on, flex on 'em, Catfish Carry heavy weight but sell you light, like a fat bitch Yeah, pick up the slab like a repo Blow out your candles, sell your light like Home Depot Cover my body, еverything else is subjеct to chains Still flipping styles up in Wal-Mart, I'm accustomed to change Flipping, a hustler born into this frame Given God's main mission, manifestation of my brain's mission Mind's eye, Cat before Fish because of nine lives Fish 'cause I'm swimming too deep, I jump out the pond, fly Into the ocean, ocean of thoughts pouring in, Mom, why She curated this Slumerican like a bonsai Trimming buds, from every leaf into the limb because I'm a flower child, she got the green thumb Letras de cancionesPosition myself with the stars, and I'm unorthodox, I'm more than rock Between the stars I'm in that Goldilocks Between the stars I'm on that mothership with Elon, yeah, be done Sipping udon with Jimmy Neutron Tripping on peyote with nothing but my boots on Yeah, nothing but my boots on, looking down at y'all next to that blue pond (Oh) I mean it (What the fuck) I mean it (Yeah) I mean it (Oh) I mean it (Slum!) I mean it Yeah, whiskey all in my Lamberdoux Pills in my system, this Vicodin's like a river too Floatin' down the Chattahooch' A thousand PBRs couldn't can like I can, chew, spit aluminum U- F-O's, extra-terrestr'al, we're criminals, too Literally a subliminal too, Petrol Gasoline 'em for miles, I got a tank for dreamers Fill up on Pro-7, spiritual hippie window cleaners Squeaky and you're good to go, if I'm rambling Just take what you need, 'Have a good day, fucker, now hit the road' Down the hatch, I'm pulling pins up out grenades I ain't dropping battle raps, I'm more like wind up in the shade A cool breeze in the winter when you're soaking wet and freezing No mercy for you suckers, starting shit without a reason That's a good buzz kicking, smoking like bologna in the Bar room kitchen, cigarette butt flicking (oh) Butt flicking And it's up yours like a beer in the butt, chicken (oh) Beer in the butt, chicken? I cleaned the plate, it's too late, go bus dishes (Oh) I mean it (What the fuck) I mean it (Yeah) I mean it (Oh) I mean it (Slum!) I mean it Hold up, I ain't fucking done From Letras Mania