That's Livin'

Yahh, we back
Will and bini on the tracks
With these 3 we'll show ya how to lax
Grab ya pipe, quick to light
Workshop grads independent might
Slight tweak, easy on the knobs
Retrace signal flow and find cause
Drop jaws, bini ok, but
Willie got maize like corn on the cob
Fuel up, go in slow
Wanna get the vibe right so we grow in tow
As the song goes on, we Cheech n Chong
Forgot ma dugout, so we toke a bong
Smokin' strong, broke that bong
Hit it so hard, it shattered in long shards
Choked carb, snapped the stem
Sure enough never be packin' again
So we grabbed zags, a white owl shell
Need a Bic cause we not in hell
We in heaven, turn it up 11
Thanks to a higher perception
On cloud nine, with plenty of time
We don't hit the studi till 40 to 5
Be alive behind the mic
I've tried to be normal, it just doesn't feel right
I'mma stoney musician
On a mission
To find what I'm missin
And that's livin

Did so much dope I became it
Livin' so shameless, a Gallagher
Me and my floor stay acquainted
Like my Ford and the pavement, a traveler
The more foreign the place is
The more I'm at home
So I record when I'm stoned
Takes me to a place where the wild things roam
Inside of my dome
My cranium a capsule
A uranium capsule
That's bound to explode
Now that I know
That I'm soundin' so dope
Without the one down below
Impounding my soul
For an ounce of the blow
And a house full of hoes
Imma round up the pros
Roam the mountains for gold
Won't stop till we get it goin
Onslaught the ones tippy toein
To the top spot the king is holdin
Pop your moms top her titty showin
Longshot, Bout to flip the odds
He ain't ever foldin

See I can hit you with that dope that you
Nar-can't come back from
I mean you say you're spittin' that Griselda
But your rap resume, Blanco
But the again, who am I to tell you what an MC is
That's my initials upside down, I couldn't get that right
Oh well... Even if you could rap circles around me
Why would you ever wanna rap your Willie? We like it raw
See I got a few missin
Screws from my lid kid
But I always know what to do in an instant
And that's vision
Said I got a few missin
My head is a prison
Swear to God Imma break out any minute
And that's livin



Credits
Writer(s): William Cornfield
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