Flow
See my mood in the tune of a drop top mobbin, 6th sense stay watching for these goons, these goblins, pro tool my logic, so when I hear that nonsense i just light another up like fuck we all got problems see me

Sliding through blowin minds and drainin spinal fluid, who's next in line, take ya time I got all night to do this, this ain't no righteous movement still they like holy shit, as the legend goes the whole clique doper than some opiates

That's maybe so if you throw that shit in a spliff with some doja loaded with coka from going fish in a yola pit

Smoking with acquaintances, probably gon catch a case, ain't no way to save it but I bet they gon remember face

Hook/Nacho
I seen it coming
From a mile away
I don't do nothing
I just smile and say
Everything is dead to the touch
You can go right ahead and forget what love

OZ
It’s in if you let it
Death can you smell it?
Six fingered hand three eyes embedded
Senses been numb blind fold been shedded
Really nothing to it intuition I get it
I get I get
You can’t limit my mind
My my
My head’s in tune and in line
I'm fine
I’m lying I’m dying
Flouride intertwining
Pressure cook a cole to diamond
Uh
All I do is smoke and fuck and politic and dream a lot
The stove below the element that’s underneath the steaming pot
The love below my belt bump bump bumping out the speaker box
This burning bush so fire make an atheist believe in god
Hook/Nacho
I seen it coming
From a mile away
I dont do nothing
I just smile and say
Everything is dead to the touch
Everything is dead to the touch
Everything is dead to the touch
Everything is dead to the touch

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