[Milkavelli]
I still play the ocarina
My whole team doin bits orangina
Fuck a meter parking tickets off the meter
At the club, ran it up, they blocked my visa
Ay, grow a crop and smoke the harvest
RPG kingdom of the broken hearted
Smokin, laughing in my open casket
I am suit of armour, feeling tony starkish
Ay, ten shots, golden heart
Bulls eye throwing darts
All white holy garms, pulling strings on a golden heart
Got a girl in france, with short hair
Call her joan of arc
I'm going yard, I’m going yard (I'm going home)
With some birds 2x2 noahs ark
Stigmata holes in my palms
I went all in with nothing, bluffing
Everyone holding their cards, Ay
Mount the horse then I'll whip it
Everbodys claiming go, but im a capricorn so who is it?
I got an ounce or more so go bill it
True religion budahh man, with a salvator to go with it

[Chorus: Milkavelli]
My girl like Anna Kournikova
Gave her my heart, organ donor
Talking over you, while you talk it over
Smoke a four leaf clover
1000 on red, I put 1000 on red
Spinning the wheel, i put some red in my cup
I can’t get out of my bed, for real
Out of my head, I'm fed up of this shit
I'm fed up of being fed up, of havin fes up in my crib

[verse 2: Black Josh]
I'm a little misunderstood, I'm a little misunderstood
She knows I just come to, she knows she gonna come to
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It rains hair like monsoon
Through out untill the months through
In the hood getting consumed
Like all we ever do is consume
I got the loud phone on mute
Bassed up in my God too
616 is for the lost youths
The lessons free but still costs you
In a hard way if you confused
And in our way and thats from school
I don't feel i live on the edge
I've done dropped off the ledge
I'm a fountain, im off my head
I get it cracking like a box of eggs
You think you’re raw, but your rosters dead
I dropped a pill like i dropped my ex
Ignorant, i forgot to text, been a minute since i stopped to rest
All year i ain’t stopped to check
Few days since I gone to bed
Dead out on a zombie flex
I stepped out of my consciousness
Then I wake up and bake too
If I smoke one i gotta blaze two
Life's a gamble, it plays you
I put it all on black and it came through
If we take a loss we gotta make do
If we take a loss we gotta stay cool
And shake it off like a poleroid
Every devil needs and angel
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Inspired by, to them waste dudes
I still make money and make moves

[Chorus: Milkavelli]
My girl like Anna Kournikova
Gave her my heart, organ donor
Talking over you, while you talk it over
Smoke a four leaf clover
1000 on red, I put 1000 on red
Spinning the wheel, i put some red in my cup
I can’t get out of my bed, for real
Out of my head, I'm fed up of this shit
I'm fed up of being fed up, of havin fes up in my crib