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Took a NewPort to the face,
I’m cocky like a coke-laced,
hippie,
Man, Damn, why did you have
to do that man,
Lacked, what she couldn’t say,
talk about it, was in her eyes,
Fermina Daza and a rasta
playing Poker away
From the snow,
In the Pocanos,
made a nose,
Out of a pose, he took on,
Lad, needs more money,
He may lose his job,
That’s $20,
Really he wants plenty, he says,
Made his girl mad, then she run and jumped,
Lead paint’ll get your lungs bust up,
Cop a nut, before you get out of here,
before she gets in my face,
About ‘Why I’m stuck here in his place,’
‘Baby, don’t worry,’ he says
Lonely in a hurry,
I need a lust trust what you must
NewPort to the face I’m cocky like Gazillion grand,
Buzzin’ in my own head, call me for physics lessons,
Yo, he wants the whole world,
To twirl around his finger,
Just got a girl,
And, he might lose her,
Maybe if he takes time, he can wreck this truck into the Amazon river,
Snakes in the grass,
He might as well jump in the glass,
Find his wishing well,
Really, he needs a tripping well,
Took too much LSD,
Now he’s in the sky with diamonds
Made seances on ceiling fans,
Corny ashy,
He needs a poster,
Of himself,
To remind him of who he was,
Really, he’s stuck on the bolster
Sped up what the fuck was up.
Might’ve made it if he knew what he was,
Made a glass stain, now he’s paper cut,
Shoved a girl in a locker in the tenth grade,
Now he’s paying for with his karma,
He’s made,
Tons of nickels, for the sickle,
But, they all keep going away to Uber Eats,
Rotten cleats,
Forty sheep
He needs Forty Shackles,
To ride the beat like a wave,
Nah, he ain’t the type to get played,
You Take a schoolin’,
If you’re droolin’,
For more karma,
Residential locker in the sauna,
Hop out the rollercoaster,
Hopin’ he’s post bail
Don’t need no advice, don’t ask him,
He’s rappin, and lastin’ in bed, so hard,
They call him Captain,
Ay Mami, where’s the pussy,
Who needs psychedelic poetry,
To calm the soul,
He’s so restless he could be a ghoul,
Make raps, like tragic acts,
Wreck monsters like they’re hidden diamonds,
Interviewed to be a shaman
Call him Vish-aaman
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap