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letra de bran muffins - eucalyptus boys

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[intro: spice gold]

you know, evc boys talking bout’–
it’s real hip-hop!
real sh-t
we’re a bunch of health-nuts
bran m-ffins…
early-morning jog…
pot-ssium, farmer’s markets

[verse 1: joshua tree]

aristocrat back
paving the way in the alleyways
your gq covers on displays for the male gaze
not the g-y-males but anyways
days on the ground with the coffee-stains
colombian free-trade
f-ck starbuck, i’m the first-mate

democratically paddle-boating out of guantanamo bay
to heaven or h-ll i presume
my destiny it’ll make

nefarious is the ferry-man
carry him over the river
the dead-souls
heavier than the living in two areas

i do not believe in

getting tired
and trying harder to breathe out of my iron-lung
paper-mache dipped in rust

my accent is vapid
rapidly producing a buzz

vaporized puffs
puffing on clouds
browsing soundcloud for us

golden-holden-caulfield state of mind
with a little less whine
replaced with the attributes of the based-gods mind

but less 212 and more 505

but humans in new york might catch me at the wrong time
so i practice my lines b-tch
old spicegold and tyrants we fly kids

[interlude: stolzieren]

yo
eucalyptus we k!llin’ this sh-t man
abq ain’t gonna be the same after this one man
d-mn bro
spicegold hit this sh-t man

[verse 2: spicegold]

flip-phone in the chest
we back in business

flip this
spit domes
less than we have to spin sh-t

crock-pot
chopped-up
push you off the hill
crock in the wallet
caught often with the krokodil

acid burns bones
much’ as spice burn tomes

burn mine
swinging ears
closet sp-ce to earn those

peyote in the pocket
milk plus creamland

dreams can’t seem that
easily e-mailed

eucalyptus
b-tch you must hit this
b-tch you can’t spit sh-t

actin’ like you ran somethin’
me and josh hughes spit sicker than bran-m-ffins

banished to the south
and then the east is nothing
and yuppies

route 6
got my sh-t together since eleven
eye-water
route sixty-sixty-sixty-sixty-seven

pull the hoodie strings so tight that just my eyes are showing
can’t wait to go to h-ll if heaven’s where chris kyle’s going

[verse 3: spicegold & joshua tree]

[joshua tree]

anxiousness
anxiety to coexist
i’m a war-torn fist
appalled
fl1cking split-wrists

p-ssed-off
kissed-off

keep your kids in line with the rest
keep your clique in line

oh well, i’m so god-d-mn well dressed

[spicegold]

i’m so godd-mn hungry
d-mn yuppies finna’ eat the rest

sunday sun is up
f-ck around and be depressed

guantanamo bay-area
not a grey-area
waiting five-fifty
i don’t want, get, or need the rest

[joshua tree]

equivalent to ambivalence
i’m on the back-burner getting too many hits
giving too many sh-ts for a shift in politics to matter

[spicegold]

ignorant barbiturates
spectin’ like it’s mixed-sh-t
early april spillin’ it
sh-t, i’d really rather

[joshua tree]

considerably sus
busted up a bus-stop
might f-ck around
bike through the neighborhoods and try to get lost

[spicegold]

solidly sus
liquid give-a-sh-t
this loss
n0body better think that eucalyptus out to get props

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