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Captain Murphy / Earl Sweatshirt / Flying Lotus
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First off ima start charging y'all per compliment
You give to me, see how much purse I can earn off of it
As far as bars, you heard wrong if you heard continent
It's incontinence, inconsequent turned sponsoring
Rockin' a fur smock with some RC and
Go from rocking a beat to just curb stomping it
Serve consonants hotter than hot combs (coals)
And surfing through brown permanent germs the will jump off of it
Hot doggy with no condiments
Flow proper this show stopper be bogarting it
Other niggas be going hard, and Early be going artisan
And lick fo'shot of the focus, more talkative
Too talkative, let the robbers in
Of a couple sake shots
Watching pot grow in short shorts and some soggy crocs
Shoddy lot of black faces trading body shots
For all of the belongings in your pocket, park it
Hardly not, gnarly tots, nollie pops
Use a bit, it got me; then she buzzin' like a walkie talkie
Staying gold like the only watch that Lonny rocks
Grimey socks and you know you don't wanna play with Papa swamp
So unorthodox
Chillin with shaman, getting ramen in a parking lot
I brought a bag of dreams with me, breathe the kundalini in
Excel the meaning in the feeling of Elysium
Even the reason leaving em lost, lyrical boss, harder than most
So kill me, martyrs at most my Holy Ghost
Host a party in em I brought my unruly souven- here on her blouse like a "Yours Truly" steel pin
Ether (ha ha ha); they can't get past the deep voice
Conceived in a Rolls Royce, abortion life, pro choice
Goth hop, put a beanie on pitch bent like a leaning song
Learn to fly and high at the first sign that I'm dreaming on
The force is strong with this one though
Over 9,000 midi-chlorians say so
Really show no mercy, all pastor, no Percy
Show these little bastards in the journeys of my troubled mind
Saddle by your blasphemy, look at what you found inside
Now you can't imagine me, running hide a casualty and fucking die
This is why we had to bring the guns out
Rattled neighbors' windows every night until the sun's out
Two dudes, two odd crews with strange leaders
Kitty cats, a couple blunts, my new wang feeder
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