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[verse 1: mjly]

i’m living life like sci~fi, i’m so high, i and i might leave from the fly~by
got my education from the wi~fi, then i smoke the holy plants of sinai
i be getting drunk every day, always fall asleep in the same place
smoking dank to my pale face goes pale face,live bright, i don’t live in shady’s shade

i wish i could rhyme like 88, white suburbanite raised off these 808s
hip~hop is black at heart, how can i shape the face of the blankface race
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. that’s sci~fi like science fiction, right?
psy~phi is likе psychedelic philosophy, right? i’m living life likе psy~phi, no stuttering
i, i, and i, and i, i, and i, and i, and i, and i, and i, and i, and i, and i, and i

[verse 2: c~nt k!lla juice]

got a car, goes brap! got sam, he spits cr~p
got matt, drop a sick rap over some sick trap
call me sl!ck rick, as i nitpick your mom for a quick slap

yeah, the end is here. dropping gears, dropping drop tops
throwing cops off, except for brayden
see how much money he’s making, see how many honeys he’s taking
don’t tell the cops about him racing

i say don’t tell, won’t end well
here to talk about, cover up the weed smell
taking courses at bcit, smoking dookies at bit
making progress life is easy
br’s helping, making me see clearly
br’s helping, making me see clearly

(what the f~ck’s up b~tchass?)

[verse 3: tino tequila]

high tide, sipping mai tai’s
up early, wake and bake for the sunrise
s~xy boys stay afloat, we don’t capsize
and i don’t mean to stutter, but i, i

made your b~tch, call me daddy, aye, aye, aye
bigger d~ck than the science guy, bill nye
word to frankie, never drink and drive
so instead you better smoke and fly

kyrie irving, feeling irie swerving
feeling wavy surfing, eating steak and lobster
college surfing, turfing, drinking bourbon
now the words are slurring
sounds like eric sermon, the generic version

making motherf~cking p~ssies burn
what’s new, p~ssycat whoa, tom jones
that’s some d~mn perversion
(i just called for backup, wha!)

[verse 4: tulip]

i roll up doing donuts
you know us, we go nuts
when we show up, we pour up
and we throw up i got gold nuts

i p~ss greatness don’t shame me on my lateness
you should be glad i ain’t caught you on your fake sh~t
i live my life for sin and poose
rolling on heelies, sipping gin and juice

amigo is migo, we fly like an eagle
we regal the fecal, we look like we sméagol
get domed together while we eating the cheetos
i’m sniffing your women like i’m born as a beagle
(woo!)
i’m gone and she’s slogging
she corn on the cob and
i slide in like toboggan
even without my riches
i’ll count up my digits
i’m gone of the shizzit
triple backflip onto some b~tches
my d~ck same height as your average midget

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