Pork

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Sea lab underneath the water
 Sea lab at the bottom of the sea
 My chest hurting
 The flesh on my flesh burning
 I'm stressed but I don't stress it
 Unless it affects person
 I cared about the other ones
 Smoking with a punctured lung
 Walk in to the classroom
 Zone until the function's done
 College student but my goals ain't studious
 Daydream at the back of the class I bang gluteus
 Payroll on faculty staff its dang foolishness
 Its hard to make an a
 Down a Sprite and Tanqueray
 Party harder than Jeff Hardy
 I'm hardly martyred invest bargains in
 Breast partin
 Bitch I think I'm Moses
 Eyes rolling back start to trip on second dosage
 Listen to the lyrics you could learn a lesson focus
 Trill to the Tomb
 Fresh to death death is bogus
 You will get consumed
 Pop pills to the moon
 False teeth fill the gaps with the fool's gold
 Build my tombstone out of moonstone
 Its free cinema
 Cat guts get caressed by the horse hair
 My body's on Earth but my head is in Norfair
 I'd walk home but I'd just get ignored there
 I'd walk home but I'd just get ignored there
 And you can ride to it ride to it
 Or you could slide through it slide through it
 Or we could die to it die to it
 Yo
 Bust shots fuck cops
 Bust shots fuck cops
 Bust shots fuck cops
 Still singing
 Bust shots fuck cops
 Bust shots fuck cops
 Bust shots fuck cops
 Sing it with me now
 Good morning melancholy how you doing?
 Yesterday was probably ruined due to my defining hubris
 But I don't want to live my life calculated
 Calibrated with society's repetitive karate movements
 Yo my mouth's a shotty shooting up a body of a student
 Who's been taught how to be human
 "Study hard, and don't be foolish
 Don't pursue a hobby further than a hobby stupid
 You could be a lawyer doctor
 You could drive Bugatti's zooming
 Through the streets with a hottie
 Sip Bacardi while you do it
 Slurping on the chalice callous
 Throw your phallus in the booty of a lady you've just met
 You've been shot up by a cupid
 That's what you've decided
 Because pride defines your movement
 If you've never lived their dream
 You ain't sloppy never blew it
 Call their dream a nightmare
 Scream "Illuminati" while you do it
 But I'd much rather pursue
 My own path that I've alluded to
 Crafting all this music
 I'm just rapping for amusement and
 You can ride to it ride to it
 Fuck your life and your guide to it
 I do it how I fucking feel
 And that's fucking real homie
 So whats the fucking deal
 I just want to chill only
 Yup, and you can ride to it ride to it
 Especially if its my music
 I use it never to conceal
 Yo I'm fucking ill homie
 Can't you fucking tell
 Can't you fucks smell the OG
 Bust shots fuck cops
 Bust shots fuck cops
 Bust shots fuck cops
 Yeah yeah yeah uh
 Bust shots fuck cops
 Bust shots fuck cops
 Bust shots fuck cops
 Yeah
 

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Duration
03:12
Key
1
Tempo
87 BPM

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