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[verse 1: papa pasty]
yuh ay papa peppermint party pimpin’ platinum karat
copy critters try to tear it up while i’m the captain merit
tempted by their own instruments instantly deranged impairments
mentally exhausted tryna keep up with my main inhalants

flyin’ like a pine siskin hummin’ like a plumeleteer
fan you like a peac-ck but all you want’s a buzzard-beater
better beware of that bee there better be there or you’ll b²
roundin’ up and down squash you over like a misdemeanor

ka ka chow flow like lightning on the track
i sting you like a f-ckin’ beemer floatin’ in a cadilac
just call me when you need a snack i can get it from the back
cause you know my buddy pelt be pushin’ in for the attack

and contemplating taking queen to a castle really clean
never ever sharing green from this granulated steam
still defying gravity i got a lot of heat with g
we’re a duo not a tri just listen in and you will see

we got these complicated blessings that be bricked up in our brains
bringin’ down a thunderin’ hammer nail you like a picture frame
put your face into a casket if you ever doubt our name
try to notice how we fly cause if you miss oh what a shame
if you miss oh what a shame
if you miss oh what a shame
oh
[verse 2: flaccid g]
open your eyes, see the sentimental skies
presentation with the colors you would only see in dyes
otherwise pick a feeling that you would romanticize
and force it to the top until all the others are none the wise
and the pyrex pot’s
necessary for the plot
’cause we using it for cooking
yeah we doing that a lot
paste n g, seamlessly
we’re a duo not a tri
better listen to advice because you’re hearing it from me
turn it back clockwise
g and pasty alchemize
and we’re reaching for the prize
anaerobic exercise
weaponize
pushing pennies then we flipping em for dimes
got me flying with the birds and then we go survey the skies
it’s a long way down the road
and it’s hard to not get cold
so we taking the back streets
and we bringing all the heat
and we sittin’ really pretty like a princess parakeet
it’s bittersweet
taking the back roads but missing the main street
honestly

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