Treehouse

Think i fell out with the masons
Illuminati in the space ship
Chester watson takin day trips
Seeing people change faces
Wouldn't wanna trade places
Anyone under sun got a day win
It might make sense
It aint black and white man we in the grey
Makin money aint a phase for me
N***s makin money sleep with way honeys
Silver surfer I be catchin waves
Twistin sticky rolling haze with me
Stuffing grabba splif into the J
Cactus farms got me faded
And I still got one inside the chamber
Blowin 36 wutangin and a dirty stick a N*** aim with
Might put thirty chickens in the safe
Early wisdom from a sage
Nu age im in new balance
And I come to life when the moon out
When the sun rise i'm a new mountain
And i'm writing spells got the wolves howlin
On another level 'nother couple thousand
Couldn't fumble nuthin had to double down
And i'm burstin bubbles when i'm in the crowd
N***s gotta huddle just to take me down
I'm a supervillain eatin kung pao chickin
Superstitious evil eye grippin
Eucalyptus tea sippin minty
It feel religious how the night ending
Its vintage
Think I fell out with the masons
Illuminati in the spaceship
Chester watson taking day trips
Somewhere foreign where you see me at
In the tropics eatin aphrodisiacs
Dolo smokin I dont needa pass
Hit a new location where the reefer at
All the commotion ima see through that
This is third eye music
Leaking glass fluid
How did I do it peep the stats
Bouta triple lapse see me sweeping past
Joe nora on the instrumental
And this a hot ass beat clap
I just want respect I don't need daps
When the weed sticky like tree sap
I show up collect and then I leave out
Rollin reckless in the golden necklace
Had to triple up I got three now
Watching hin stars from a beach house
I been layin low and in the cut for a while
So sorry if you ever reached out
I was off the grid in the treehouse
Align with the gods im at peace now



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Writer(s): Josef Emil Nygaard
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