Toto-Dialin' in on You
Your ghost passed by, take me with, Driftloon
I'm on my green, 'til my face turns blue
Guess I'm still Toto-dialin' on you
I hope you feel it too
EV always hits the drip
Even though I know no crips
But I still respect the game
Only spit from my brain
My ex give that good brain
Still feelin that Split Pain
Recover through some good strains
80 down the fast lane
Get off the bullshit, I'm not astray, I'm on my way
Not expecting my spit bitch I smoke 4 a day
They expect me to quit I turn them away
Way I move my wrist, flashin' like a Sunny Day
Yeah fuck the cops
What they preach they do not
My medicine is pot
I'm smoking out the ops
Reach into my glovebox
Pull out my Dusclops
Reaper Cloth with the glock
I fucking hate this nation
Send me on vacation
Not down to the station
Away from agnation
We're just tryna make it
No we don't flake it
Every day we bake it
The boys gonna make it
That's not fake shit
Hearts in my eyes, swear you used Attract
Must have +6 priority, no time to Protect
Plus a Quick Claw, no time to react
This feeling's the link cable we use to connect
I'm a lil Dark, so I just might Bite
Give you some sexual healing in the bright Moonlight
Yeah, I'mma freak, but maybe I'm your Type
Wetter than a Marill, guess you a Water Type
Lock-On to the perfect spot, gotta see ya make it drop
Gotta Rock it, Hard like Onyx, we can't stop
Miley got me smilin' like the plug pulled up
Takin' Critical Hit til I'm outlined in chalk
I'm on my green, 'til my face turns blue
Guess I'm still Toto-dialin' on you
I hope you feel it too
EV always hits the drip
Even though I know no crips
But I still respect the game
Only spit from my brain
My ex give that good brain
Still feelin that Split Pain
Recover through some good strains
80 down the fast lane
Get off the bullshit, I'm not astray, I'm on my way
Not expecting my spit bitch I smoke 4 a day
They expect me to quit I turn them away
Way I move my wrist, flashin' like a Sunny Day
Yeah fuck the cops
What they preach they do not
My medicine is pot
I'm smoking out the ops
Reach into my glovebox
Pull out my Dusclops
Reaper Cloth with the glock
I fucking hate this nation
Send me on vacation
Not down to the station
Away from agnation
We're just tryna make it
No we don't flake it
Every day we bake it
The boys gonna make it
That's not fake shit
Hearts in my eyes, swear you used Attract
Must have +6 priority, no time to Protect
Plus a Quick Claw, no time to react
This feeling's the link cable we use to connect
I'm a lil Dark, so I just might Bite
Give you some sexual healing in the bright Moonlight
Yeah, I'mma freak, but maybe I'm your Type
Wetter than a Marill, guess you a Water Type
Lock-On to the perfect spot, gotta see ya make it drop
Gotta Rock it, Hard like Onyx, we can't stop
Miley got me smilin' like the plug pulled up
Takin' Critical Hit til I'm outlined in chalk
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Writer(s): Ev Kiyoshi
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