Gimme two trails lead two tales
Like Id probably choose none of em
Mess around wit these sounds
Make wonder what A hunter wit a 45 rifle
Thought he tried to type too
Shout out to my homie got a trife life tattoo
Loselessly use my words
Lifes my Bag a chips and cold drink
Smile through the whole week
Eyes by the soulsteep
Rize by the false cheap wicked
And of course reap enyukay a source keep benefits endorse
Reach
Wisdom out got holes in my mouth
Hot and cold in my mouth gets departed down south
Heart flabby as it is
Stumbled pon my ribs
And Now i see how simple it is
Smile lemme see yo dimples kid
Bulls eye hit
When I spit funky rhyme bit
Lime split floating in my glass like time shift
Stretchin just to yawn
Most this happiness containable
Im insane bet im mental but ive got the pink brains
Gots to think strange growin ups the big change
Im the enyukay until my fuckin funeral arranged
High spring stage
How things phase the days
Passin through my face
Like the carnivals today
Marker thick blunt up yo face
Ain't one up in yo face
Got a couple more rotatin round the place
And Why wait in a such a picturesque
Landscape
This lands great
The holes to the plant shapes
Green garden
Feed me erb
Me no harm you
I dont need no fuckin lucky farm dude my
Thoughts were happy ina charmed mood
Im grubbin on filet just like a foreign dude

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