(Hook)
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(Verse 1)
Ayo, kool baby,vision game crazy
Pay me, pay me, pay me, pay me
Boy, in a fine black suit, well dressed
Dead in a hotel room, stoned in Los Angeles, downtown
Barefoot, homeless, Mexican, American, Cubano, Mulatto Chongo
El boxera, my blood is made out of fuckin’ rap albums, I bleed rap albums
Ha ha
Young McDonald’s man, Pablo, Gucci, Amerigo Vaspucci
Young Chezla, best in the ribcage, spiz allah, mac, dre
Bird dance, hit you with the quick fade!
Kool A.D. all on that freak. Shit. Young amigo the andre style
Basketball, the critical, theoretical, diabolical, now
Stay safe shamaz class hypnotism. Poetry is illеr than
What dog, the God sound to me, you, evеrything
The bread eater, the olive oil, salt, with the pepper too
Young kool breeze, the p popper, the technologies and
Extension of consciousness, the frail physical frames
Skeletons, decorated by ever so slowly, decomposing meats
Life cooking the souls, little physical friend to death, of [?] physicality

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Anyway, ayo, the left-handed hummingbird of the soul, mane
The sweet sunshine! We are all each other, the stars, sisters
And brothers! Moon children, the people of the wind, the earth
Rain, the fire, the lightning! The elements, Azteca, passaloni
Peace Allah, Jesu Christo, Jah Rastafari chongo
Leaning on reality, love is a taste, medicine for the soul
A taste. A medicine for the soul. Even perhaps a tasty
Medicine for the soul. The best medicine is food, the best food is water, the best water is breathing, the best breathing is existence, And existence is real enough occasionally, beautiful if you’re into
That sort of thing, or often brutal, if you’re into that sort of thing
And apparently a lot of people are into that sort of thing
Ay, man, look, swag, swag, turn up. It’s all... it’s all love man
It’s lit. I feel like Frank ocean’s mama and shit. What?
I feel like David Bowie, David Bird, Brian Eno, Thom Yorke
James Murphy, Pizza Hut, Taco Bell. Damn I feel like
Jah Rastafari, chongo, L.A [?]
I am now releasing you, wow!
I am Jay Electron playin’ harmonica
In Monica Lewinski’s Dipset shirt
Kool A.D, eminems, Kool Aid
Obama Playlist, darts paisley
Swimsuit issue, raw vinces
Yards of linens, frilled glitter
Louis A.K style solid gold, backpack
Return of the Mac, y’all shit is wack
And played out. I’m real, y’all ain’t
Even know the fuckin’ deal
But the hook go like this:
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