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letra de visuals - lando strand

[ad-libs: zeke smyth]
(skrr skrr skrr skrrrt)
(back in the lab again)
(skrr skrr skrr skrrrrrrt)
(back in the lab again)
(aye, oh, oh)

[intro]
i been watchin’ scary movies
with the homie, gary busey
now you know we only chillin’
’cause he makes me look like clooney

i don’t play it too choosy
but some women too boujee
sleep in jewelry
need her sushi
with a fruit smoothie

[bridge]
ganja flowing through me
lock myself in my room
so now i’m floatin’ like a buoy
after eatin’ them shrooms
i started thumbin’ though them records
peaking interests i bloom
i lose myself inside the beauty
till i’m runnin’ on fumes
[chorus]
their eyes will meet
behind thе smoke
that drifts off the medicinal
thе blissful soul
that bleeds to grow
won’t peck the ground
while pigeonholed

i’d split the crown
lay wishes down
and toss out any rituals
to know your worth in it’s amount
surpassing dreams or visuals

[verse 1]
it’s safe inside my mind
until i overstay my welcome
i tell myself “we gettin’ closer”
thinkin it would help some
but to climb myself
up and out of the hole i dug
it’s seldom, held up
blind even to the bread crumbs
it led to months of feelin’ fried
my mind was well-done
found my brothers, then myself
like simba gettin’ fed grubs
the hand i’m dealt up on the felt
will tell my next bluff
you built a glass castle
practice lackin’ depth, huh?
[bridge]
ganja flowing through me
lock myself in my room
so now i’m floatin’ like a buoy
after eatin’ them shrooms
i started thumbin’ though them records
peaking interests i bloom
i lose myself inside the beauty
till i’m runnin’ on fumes

[chorus]
their eyes will meet
behind the smoke
that drifts off the medicinal
the blissful soul
that bleeds to grow
won’t peck the ground
while pigeonholed

i’d split the crown
lay wishes down
and toss out any rituals
to know your worth in it’s amount
surpassing dreams or visuals

[verse 2]
networking, before ya even
step in the booth?
i mean carin’ what ya wearin’
while i got a new muse
and when i say this sh-t, i mean it
we got mountains to move and
music been behooved me lately
sh-t just hasn’t f-ckin’ moved me
drivin’ out to pa next week
to see the doobies
floyd, the beatles, jimi, and
of course the dead consumes me
if i ain’t hangin’ from the rafters
point to where the tombs be
for now i’m writing in my bas-m-nt
while i wish y’all knew me
[ad-libs: zeke smyth]
(skrr skrr skrr skrrrrrrt)
(i’ll be there… strand… masakiio… ponz… and… n0body else)

- lando strand

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