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TEST
As the wattage wobble, wait
Vibes from out the eyes unless a puzzle on a wave
It's a dozen of em a day
Suckers for a giving tree
Such a sudden change from huddle angrily with a pall mall
What you saw dawg
In a stare down said 'ain't looking at nothing like some doll eyes,' very slick, derelict wanna hobnob
In the Wal-Mart
life story time but not all, dude's forty, lying, turn the fog off, you saw his cigs, keep the paws off

No respect
Pass the wattage wobble TEST
Zoom on true intentions and he bet you'll find the rest
Not the boy he grew up as
Not to foil your hustle
But the mushrooms shock his eye open
Hardly trust the kawaii chosen
At first
You mistook him for a different person
Type to let you run your mouth and then talk about it in his verses
I mean don't get him wrong he was the Motherfucker in a minivan running red lights in the dead of night smoking metal pipes and l&m lights gone off xans no call no show rapping bland, hook all loco he's so tan now so mayo tape his hands to coca cola
He got problems don't get twisted joker
On the patches he a pissy smoker
Not the type to not get your struggle
Mr forgiveness hand out do overs
But these motherfuckers here got some nerve
Never tried for shit except a dime bag (dime bag)
Hundred 60 K are under Ozark curse
Asking for a dollar he say why that (why that)
And he don't talk much
Don't got buds
Blow off friends
Low down man
Keep nose round chin
Not in thy hometown man
Your word of mouth bland

Not myself
A rotten punk if nothing else but 'scuse the haughty he would hurl if he were ever such a jerk
And he careful with the feelings
Speech limited Darjeeling
Pissed off constantly but the realest at concealing so
What say not myself if nothing else than watch thyself to dirty pervs his hottie girl has got to swerve throughout ungodly work

Sentence
Yeah they kinda iconic
But tell it to an icon and it's kind of insulting
Business is failing the lofts above left to be
How this house still stand after a century?
City limits stiffen lip from the putrid cologne of those
who found the underside of bridges a suitable home
And he not mad about
He sad about it
Discouraging when half the population can't live without some drug or habit
Not myself is also sadly
A plot so nasty
Quoth the pigeon
"Wip wip wip"
His boss is bitching
Get get get
That pot to piss in
Fuck your feelings
If you want a paycheck
They gotta ignore what the body's saying
If they're to pay for the souls
They gotta ignore what the mind is saying
If they're to pay for the clothes

(unfortunately)
The worst motherfuckers are so self assured
Hit him with some bogus most ridiculous shit he ever heard
Another every other second its getting him the head is hurt
Imagine this town disappeared, now that's a better world