WhatWasThat

Okay, you can get it, not offended, not a problem
'Cause every single one that came my way, you know I solved 'em
I keep my phone dead, still they hit me, still they calling
I take just what I need, dropping and mix it in the cauldron
Drop (drop), let it drop on they ass
Every shadow of the past blow away with the ash
Never stop (stop)
You can never get a pass, step away from the trash

If you come in, you gon' get that ass stomped (stomped)
I reside under the bridge, where the dead come to live
Two-stroke coated ribs get whomped (whomped)
Dirty rag to the mouth, you ain't know what we 'bout
Where the tracks and the route get dumped
Remember the trail behind Jonna's?
We'd gather Corona's, they empty of course
And we'd bag 'em and go just to get us a quarter
Of something that we thought was dope

Fuck it though, fuck it though, roll it (roll it)
When it get bad, you will know it (know it)
Wallow away in the same fucking place
Just a person that hated that town that he came
Fuck it though, fuck it though, roll it (roll it)
When it get bad, you will know it (know it)
We paid a fee, all we got was the faux
All we wanted was fire and a blunt just to roll

Am I lurking at your door? You don't really want to know
Shut your eyes, let it go, put your dreams in a boat, let it float
You gon' know when I come in through the floor
When the waves crash down and you wake up to a noise
What was that? What was that? What was that?
What was that? What was that? What was that?

What?

Droppin' out the land where the map is your hand
Point to the Palm area and then they understand
Droppin' out the land where the map is your hand
Point to the Palm area and then they understand



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Writer(s): Elmo O Connor, Barnacle Boi
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