lirik lagu blckbrd. - st. peter's basilica
new kinds of colors in my bowl, crow more toucan sam
no brd in the hand, she need at least two hands fo it
this sh~t true americana, con ‘em all while you can
put down the bag to get the curse, on some harrison ford
they couldn’t fit me in a he~rs~, brd the campus bigman
ain’t felt like you in a minute, that guy been under the floor
where i come from, we ain’t run to, we ran from the store
those designer tag fragments feel like ransom notes
basilisk in the basilica
ill as f~ck, like crow ripped open packets and atе every bit of silica
cheddar likе we tillamook
why you plant the plants if you ain’t tillin’ em
thinkin’ you the only one, a symptom of a synonym
rack it (racquet) back like wimbledon
marathon, on 26th mile
a muhf~cka barely winded in
but the walls are closing
pit, pendulum, pit against all these awful omens
why brag ‘bout activity if that sh~t is not felonious?
crow been leanin’ into it like the end of the world upon us
how you supposed to win in this sh~t? they wish you’d enter comas
used to runnin’ from 12 before a grade twelve diploma
sittin’ beside a shotgun, some twelve gauge nirvana
boxin’ out the room, you would think i was in a sauna
lotta muhf~ckas bite the dust out here, muhf~ckas goners
ain’t quite friends, ain’t quite foes, don’t know what to call em
solvin’ another problem with this dope
ain’t a lot to keep yo head down so they don’t mop you off the floor
still gon’ disassociate, can’t tell if i’m dreaming when i’m high
one, two, three, vent some shots from out the side
reaper keep on follow, i can smell formaldehyde
either hyde hiding jekyll or it’s jekyll hiding hyde
just a ghost in the basilica, the infamous denial
new kinds of colors in my bowl, crow more toucan sam
no brd in the hand, she need at least two hands fo it
this sh~t true americana, con ‘em all while you can
put down the bag to get the curse, on some harrison ford
they couldn’t fit me in a he~rs~, brd the campus bigman
ain’t felt like you in a minute, that guy been under the floor
where i come from, we ain’t run to, we ran from the store
none of these objects gon’ fix what been broke
pain pro, cookin’ with propane, hank hill
still been layin’ low, if you know the game, you know playas spilled
no plain jane, smoking rare like a flank steak, great ape
peel a plantain banana clips real
grip steel in a panic, springheeled jack standing
only gin and cognac, i don’t f~ck with jack daniels
muhf~cka gotta teach it to yourself, this lack manuals
watch the hourglass slowly tick down its last granule
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