by Jihad Kheperu
Ah gee whiz, they think we kids
but we keep enough whiskey to whisk wigs
thrills, shit thats what the risk gives
chils, damn thats what the wrist gives
lifts, courtesy of spliffs we twist to tip the stars in our favor
hello Jupiter, Earth eat my vapors
Mom I will see you later
but now I gotta go see a man about some paper
My God, shot straight no chaser
I find myself unphased bruh
seems i see thru all you haters
TGI-x-ray bans an arm and a leg is what I payed sir
but i'm happily an amputee if it means i ampley
prepped to be the next eclipse
but try not to stand in my light
i guess i got left on the path to do right
just tryna find and empty V, true life
and she can rise this son, all night
and when the ride is done, onara-Say
by and by its all goodbyes
so we dont waste our time tryna fly
I just go, as fast as I can
cloud inside my head, lighting bolt in my hand
and in my chest there is thunder
Ran this town, nowhere left to run bruh.
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