Sun God Sam & The California Drug Deals (feat. Nikki Jean)

Lyrics

Compose yourself, like a self-aware opera, conjurer
 In the zone like Sonic, to produce me
 A sign of the end times
 In time to make profit off the t-shirts
 And monetize all our research
 And leave Earth feet first
 Breech, behold whites get whiter in the cold
 And colors don't fade in the bleach, hah
 Applause, then fall through a man-made self
 Talking to a doll at the pancake house
 Then bring the light saber-ers
 So bring the lampshades out
 Mood
 To say something lewd on the news
 And move like views on a cruise
 And fuse like the Q's and the U's
 Oh ah oh ah oh ahh
 Which side are you on
 We're getting warmer
 'Cause I can't hold on
 Are you close to me
 Sunset so long
 Can you call me
 'Cause I lost my phone
 Should I wait for you
 Or should I go home
 I can't function
 These drugs are too strong
 I'm seeing stars now
 But I'm still unknown
 Out here alone
 Sunset so long
 Mates for life
 Chillin' life space with ice
 High as a kite
 Snakes hiss like air at the St. Claire
 When you put it in their face like skin care
 But then just take 'em on like a hinge chair
 I've done that, I've been there
 This's a comeback, let me unpack
 And unwrap souvenirs
 Free as a speech on a untap
 Flat like time on the run
 Why you bring a holster to a gun rack?
 That's the alpha and omega
 That's the Vodka and the vomit
 Why you playing soccer with the sonics
 That's a iPod to the Amish
 You should get involved with the honest
 Where everything's honored like Elijah Muhammad
 Mixed with a pint of
 Hooked on phonics
 Let's be liars
 That's not chronic, condone Islamic, and it's haunted
 Which side are you on
 We're getting warmer
 'Cause I can't hold on
 Are you close to me
 Sunset so long
 Can you call me
 'Cause I lost my phone
 Should I wait for you?
 Or should I go home?
 I can't function These drugs are too strong
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 Sun god Sam and the California drug deals
 Rain drop Wayne and the bank cock love bills
 She knows that I'm crooked like Owen
 But still goin' like a paradox
 Parasite, know it ain't right
 Where the fan, now she knows that I'm horny like Triceratops
 Together, but separated like a pair of socks, wow
 Like pot, using both hands
 And his head is the oath
 I only follow with escorts now, call it sticking to the program
 Fucking all the police, send digits to the pole dancers
 Come here like Pol Pot
 You love it over here like gold watch
 I would treat the box like it's UPS
 I would treat the box like a sneaker head
 If you shake and throw it like a match with a cigarette
 Then drop it like a match on a gas trail
 Fix another round for the mob
 You the bomb
 Let you heart you heart up and down to the door to the back fell
 Still wanna put my meat up in your V like I'm Maxwell
 Stick a fork in it, dawg, it's important to y'all
 But it's pork in it, so it ain't important at all
 So underground, laying with a torch in the hall
 When unfortunate calls from the
 horoscope cars and the fortunes and balls
 Outfit so small, saw a portion of drawers
 Crash loud off the track and put the Porsche in the
 wall like skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt
 Which side are you on?
 We're getting warmer
 'Cause I can't hold on
 Are you close to me?
 Sunset so long
 Can you call me?
 'Cause I lost my phone
 Should I wait for you?
 Or should I go home?
 I can't functionThese drugs are too strong
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:44
Key
1
Tempo
112 BPM

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