Waking up with money in my pockets
White in my nose
Who knows how the life of a time traveling prophet goes
Turn the clock back to ten dot dot oh oh in the pm
Was getting soaked by the rain as I walked back getting ready for the mayhem
Say amen ahem as I spit the phlegm to the street
Another day another bottle to be complete
My feet were wet as I beat my rhythm
When I got home alina was there shes chill when it comes to women
Also the bearberbil and the wyatterps chillen wit a bottle of vodka
We all took to taken squirts
Soon enough we started getting hurt
Turned around and there was crowd with us
Robear gets all nasty because eveline tried to diss us
But we was pissed drunk and so we got to discussin
Wit all the girly girls on how good its feels to be busttin
Clock fade out then fade back in its 3am and im 3 deep again
That’s when that white came out
Wyatt sling it to me like some sour krout
Sour taste postal nasal drip to the back of your face
Fishschale been know to win first place
Black out lights back out my head
Living in this time is like living between the dead
Lost in the maze of haze and the archways of sounds images best left for entrees
Then I wake up its 12 noon and im sleeping in my spot
Glad I made it through glad I didn’t get caught
Seems during the darkness me and luke tried to bop
Some kids and split their wigs my dagger was ready to cut through digs
But this is all third person we stopped because the kids weren’t even done rehearsing
So the lesson I be kickin to you in due time
When you play hard make sure you remember your crimes
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