Violet
My aura match the double cup
Yea you know we lit like lighting hit the fucking blunt
(GOD)
My little bro flexing up
Get it how we want it cause The All got us going up
(GOD)
Off the shrooms, the acid, and other psychedelics
Yea I think I'm John Lennon bruh
(GOD)
Or maybe Bob Dylan, I just know Tom Thumb blues ain't in my feelings
A nigga stay pimping
Take it how you get it just know I'm with the mission
Sex with Mother Nature
God The Father Love It
And JahEl Finna run it
Man I'm worth 300
Spartans on your ass yea you know I'm living hungry
And don't think that I'm funny
Cause when you do that shit, then you act up like a dummy
Eclipse is both the sun and moon
To understand you knew to soon
It's easy too see the man who waste his words away
Is to busy dying rather then being born flying
Yea you know life is that of apocalypse
So why let Satan turn upside down the clowns drip
Turn the funny man around
And see that smile that can make you yell out loud
Something of a sound
You knew nothing about
The ancients tell it of something wild
But yet you can be too busy in the wild
Not turning around can cause the lion too hunt you down
So bitch turn around before you end up down south
Yea you know we lit like lighting hit the fucking blunt
(GOD)
My little bro flexing up
Get it how we want it cause The All got us going up
(GOD)
Off the shrooms, the acid, and other psychedelics
Yea I think I'm John Lennon bruh
(GOD)
Or maybe Bob Dylan, I just know Tom Thumb blues ain't in my feelings
A nigga stay pimping
Take it how you get it just know I'm with the mission
Sex with Mother Nature
God The Father Love It
And JahEl Finna run it
Man I'm worth 300
Spartans on your ass yea you know I'm living hungry
And don't think that I'm funny
Cause when you do that shit, then you act up like a dummy
Eclipse is both the sun and moon
To understand you knew to soon
It's easy too see the man who waste his words away
Is to busy dying rather then being born flying
Yea you know life is that of apocalypse
So why let Satan turn upside down the clowns drip
Turn the funny man around
And see that smile that can make you yell out loud
Something of a sound
You knew nothing about
The ancients tell it of something wild
But yet you can be too busy in the wild
Not turning around can cause the lion too hunt you down
So bitch turn around before you end up down south
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