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lirik lagu sir bong toker - lsd/damage.control

da flames moving with the sound of the music
da waves
died inside a boost in the bass
my mind split
dipped off in separate ways
what’s behind this?
both the eyes of god in my face

i’ve obliged them and i don’t know which conscious mine yet
look but don’t find type of mindset

way life is going i might end up inna sky fore my eyes rest
and i’ll find a decent planet in which to fly next

think i’m getting homesick
the cave was really meant for me
the lights assigned the low switch
the flame was sitting next to me
my guidance from before dipped and left out unexpectedly
i seent the devil lurking in the mist to clear his debt with me

who gone hold you down when both yo feet done left the ground and now you higher than the stadium and you can’t see the crowd

who gone buy them tickets that was selling out now?
raise you hands to the ceiling hoping god gone come down
what is you talking bout f~ck is you smoking you don’t think la toker been holding the game to the point that he choking it call in the coaches and referees just to consider it broken

toking the herbal and sipping the potion
you don’t want no smoke you get thrown in the furnace
splitting the verbal i’m getting the notion
you p~ssy we scaring you stupid like ernest

we been the craziest vern
put 45 in his top now his body reside in that ern
who got a problem?
anyone moving a muscle, even an inch getting burned!

who got the rifle?
who got more bullets than i do?
might as well cop you a zip

i really dispense you
lay my hand flat on a bible
i solemnly swear you a b~tch

i stay with the heater like i was anemic
i leave and he breathing i f~cked sum up

i seen em and cut em to pieces i leave ynd onna wall it was written in blood

i heard that he might be
getting it done like nike
how he ain’t right with his funds?
i know you don’t like me
i know ya people don’t like me
except yo b~tch lemme f~ck

i torture the mic
hold it by rope over fire quick flash of the torch for the light

too important to fight
i came equipped with the 10
i just got bored of a 9

like b~tch why you running?
i brought the smithy 500
who in this b~tch wanna fly?

who in this b~tch wanna die?
i got you something
guess imma generous guy

- lirik lagu sir bong toker

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