Paradigm

It ain't really nothing to suck a soul from a body
She pull up at any party and harvest your whole posse
Illuminate every room and the dude is a dead beat
The rumers are too soon
He's doomed
He's dead meat

In a haunted house
I'mma ghost now
I play the host now
I ate the whole style

Got a plate of pesadas
We pulled the boats out
Row row little ship
Let's your throat shout

I'll prolly band with bandwidth
Oblate the blokes point
I doubt he damages amateurs
And his loins disappoint
Shit was dank as a basement
We lit the whole joint
I spit that rickety stickety to your oink oink

MF

How you feeling
How you dealing
MF
How you stealing
My full filling?
MF
I could kill it
I could will it
I could muster
Combust stuff when I bust pumps

How you feeling
How you wheeling
In the muck muck
How you peeling
Off the ceiling of the hush hush
We all eating
We all drinking
We all suffer
I love love there ain't no other love

I ain't with that wack shit you rap on
Pull up with the Mac
With the strap on
Sniffing on some bath salts
Spitting off the stature
I'm stricken with the factors
Depictions of the passion
I'm clicking into action

Sticking to my rapture
I'm living like a rap star
And picking out the last parts and
Gripping on my cash card
Cash talks
I'm astronaut
Last call for that last call

It ain't really nothing to suck a soul from a body
She pull up at any party and harvest your whole posse
Illuminate every room and the dude is a dead beat
The rumers are too soon
He's doomed
He's dead meat

In a haunted house
I'mma ghost now
I play the host now
I ate the whole style

Got a plate of pesadas
We pulled the boats out
Row row little ship
Let's your throat shout

I'll prolly band with bandwidth
Oblate the blokes point
I doubt he damages amateurs
And his loins disappoint
Shit was dank as a basement
We lit the whole joint
I spit that rickety stickety to your oink oink

MF

How you feeling
How you dealing
MF
How you stealing
My full filling?
MF
I could kill it
I could will it
I could muster
Combust stuff when I bust pumps

How you feeling
How you wheeling
In the muck muck
How you peeling
Off the ceiling of the hush hush
We all eating
We all drinking
We all suffer
I love love there ain't no other love



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Paulson
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