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letra de quest - flavonoids

-transcribing
[intro: flavanoids]
man, where’s this f-cking cab at?
yo, where is pro (yo)
f-ck, man, we’re gonna be late? (i’m here man)
what the f-ck, man (yo, ayo)
it’s crazy (what’s good? yo, what-what we gonna do tonight, man)
yo dude (what you thinkin’ about, man?)
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[verse 1: flavanoids]
what’s the plan tonight, docs? yo, what you drinking?
it’s friday, let’s hit the studio, what you thinkin’?
i’m hittin’ the lab with some lyrics to k!ll y’all
call me jose quavo, god, like some paraphernalia
ayo, what did bill you for that bomb sinsemilla?
an arm and a leg, now i walk with a peg
should i smoke my stash in this whiskey ain’t cutting it
let’s hop in the cab, yeah, let’s find some shrooms to f-ck with
we on a mission like we running out of time
we ain’t stopping, ’til the meter, says nine-nine-nine
the cabin got the wack tools, it’s merkin’ my buzz
headed to the spot dodge and duckin’, avoiding the fuzz
got what we needed, headed back to put the work in
ate three grams, waiting for the world to stop turning
what we learning with all these d-mn colors
spliff is still burning, pass it here, motherf-cker
don’t be a bogarde, man, why you even start
you mangled, bro, simon says, you ain’t so smart
f-cked up like, ozark, i can’t feel my legs
crawling on the carpet, yeah, my reality’s far fetched
i’m sweating profusely, spraying [?] in my arm pit
i’m raging violent, but i’m harmless artist
i’m on the couch, i’m trashed, oscar the grouch
[?] the couch cushion, i can’t move my mouth
yo, what the f-ck you say to me? i ain’t understand the word of it
ate the whole bag, sh-t, yo, i’m concerned a bit
it feels like a hundred bars, i’m dripping b-lls, i can’t handle this
often the distance of silhouette, wait, is that canbus?
hallucinating, sh-t, possibly
the “mic-nificent”, i’m geeked to let my mind tweak
[break: flavanoids]
oh sh-t, what the f-ck is happenin’
motherf-cker right there (bro)
that can’t be him, man
pro, what the f-ck, dude, is that the f-cking canibus man

[verse 2: canibus]
underneath the full moon he took half a shroom
woke up quarter after 12 the next afternoon
went straight to key pad zoom, grabbed the next tomb
this is my world, you mel gibson looking for fuel
he joined a group in the room through zoom
he was apparently preparing a pot of moose head soup
it was gross, he lost at least half the room
so i pumped up the volume as he continued
he said they exhumed the body, recovered the infinity stone
but came to find out it was a duplicate copy
d-mn, that sucks to be you, poppy, i’m not the illest
i don’t take it personal even though it hurts my feelings
they call me captain double action
i practice from nebraska to alaska, jtf fast company extraction
a troubled nomad with cold steel romance
let’s dance outdoors near this rusty old ranch
the crusty old man with pus scabs all over his hands
your weapons jam he gon’ bust your ass
ayo, i used to sell those champ for charley horse elbow cramps
the company folded, then got revamped
i got the same hardware captain nemo used
upgraded with supersonic torpedo tubes
i got a backup supply line that starts with rhymes
the countdown coincides with the bounce down, it’s time
high spec, low tech or low spec, high tech
mix it up, n-gga, it’s something they won’t expect
scorched earth torch work start with your front porch first
i hope both your grandparents at work
i’m that pit bull terrier chewing on your blood-brain barrier
nothing in the world could be scarier
immunostimulation, what are the implications?
who cares? we going on vacation

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