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It's the real thing 'Kay, let me get, uh, two Chick-O-Sticks Some Pepto Bismol A pack of Camel unfiltereds And, uh, give me two Mega Millions Used to pair cereal and cartoons Cartoons I don't know if there's a better way Way Now I'm going hungry in the war room War room It's similar, but it is not the same When I walk in, be cool No sudden moves, only coming through to refuel Be forewarned, my skin reads as steel wool Hook hand with a haymaker on a shopping spree into your gene pool I might change into y'alls dad's eyes, looking disappointed in the real you Son, that's ushering some abominable milieu in That kill off any climate we put time into, mildewin' Tilt sensor on get defensive, I's weeding through the some old highlight reels Hindsight is like trying to prune the Amazon back to one bonzai tree When I walk in, be easy, sign the contract, no eye contact No-eyed tomcat in a "Free Emile" tee, no ID, I'm so unwieldy Letras de cancionesI'm, over the river, I'm into the woods, recruiting the pick of the iffiest wolves Who fittingly follow me back to the city, to butcher a dinner with hooves Lo-fi's most high, I'm the most low, mind the go code Mind the driveway to your giant show boat Ya might just show up to a private toll road You might, pay to attain what you already own It's part of trend, it's part of the start of the end Or maybe it's farther along then we oughta pretend, yeah Used to pair cereal and cartoons Cartoons I don't know if there's a better way Way Now I'm going hungry in the war room War room It's similar, but it is not the same Same Be cool Be cool When I walk in, when I walk in When I walk in, be calm Hands on the table, cameras on and playing recon Be forewarned, my skin reads as peat moss GT's that spin kick the most harmonious pea pod That heart rate go adagio to some Art Blakey-day bebop In no time at all, these two palms touching, charging up that fireball Knees bent, nerves worn, nose bleeding, perfect form Ears bleeding, eyes bleeding, this ain't just some ordinary parlor trick It's perfect storming, board up your apartment shit When I walk in, be low key, don't trust no one, don't mind the pundits Stink-eye for these Guy Smileys, if you love something, you don't like nothing That's not opinion, entertainment, go spin the bottle till you kiss the mamba I'm ten thousand hours In-A-Gadda, with ten shades of Les Miserables Information Information battering the senses Here we see the mamba eating something fatter than its neck is Which is also entertaining, he had to take off the necklace Maybe everybody's destiny's defending something selfish, yeah Used to pair cereal and cartoons Cartoons I don't know if there's a better way Way Now I'm going hungry in the war room War room It's similar, but it is not the same Same Be cool Be cool From Letras Mania