[Swank]
Don't be let down by the surface
A shot of happiness will never be worth it
Know the core and love to be deserted
Left for more than life, all past the perfect
We sit down with the morning as if we deserved it
In and out the cold clutch of the serpent
When blood starts to gold rush, life is purchased
Got suicide painted out, shining like a circus
We all have seen it, tasted it or heard it
When the pure is looking dirtier than the perverted
Nature is a bitch, up in that bitch is the first lick
Of life, of love, now all is introverted
To boil in the depths and spill out of the hunger
To shine like the West for fish of dying numbers
Heat bother days as love hits newcomers
Ain't nobody running here, we gotta dance for the gunner
We trust care for the graces, not one to wait for the summer
We thrive on changing faces so let go if you wonder
Drop the top by that freeway that never leaves your corner
I'll see you to the desert love, I know the way
And I'll see you to the desert love, my favorite day
Waiting for the tide to come and kiss this one away
I'll see you to the desert love, I know the way

[Mxlplx]
Lady in a G-string, horny as fuck
Lately it's a G thing, hardcore deluxe
Can't get out the bed
Down on your luck, ask your friends for some bread
Found a couple bucks on a body that was dead
Desperate enough to let a hooker give you head
Can't get it up even when her legs are spread, twisted entail
Waiting to meet your maker, give it up and say "oh well"
Maybe I'll see you later, go back to your cell
Life of a hater living to the sound of bells
But wide awake and looking for someone to tell
Why he can't take that godawful smell
Been in the gutter so long, don't like nothing else but the butt-ugly song
Soul cries to help his mind and body stay strong
Lifeline so short, it might as well be gone
Twilight child born with an eye on his palm
You have been warned through insanity is calm
To warmer than tap water in Vietnam
Swore you'd be back before the break of dawn
But you got trapped in the big house in the front lawn
And now it's too late cuz you been gone too long
[Young G]
Hidden wicked poetry, dead already know it's me
Born in this soul eternally
To watch an impurity, suburban apartheid makes lazy boy happy
Capitalism nothing tried to trap me
Inhibition rights of the trap please exhibition
To show me the map, G cruising
Uh, on the interstate integrate in excess immediate
Mediate hallucinate, zenned out mystic with beef on his plate
Lounging out the spliff hit, stress alleviate

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