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letra de mushroom trip freestyle - wax

[intro]
ooh-ah, ooh-ooh-ah
ooh la-la-la-la-la-la-la
it go ooh-ah, ooh-ooh-ah
ooh la-la-la, yo

[verse]
gettin’ bread like a pigeon from a senior citizen
sittin’ in a park both loiterin’ and litterin’
spittin’ with a dark contrast vastly different
with sh-t that finna get under your skin like it was glycerin
my lane got one car in it
my british brethren be like, “that sh-t is hard, innit?”
raw wit’ it
the ultimate making you withdraw all timidly
timothy leary, visually hear me
images appear both vividly and clearly
riveting and eerie like watching an old film
knowing each and every actor’s in a coffin or a kiln, i don’t
do a lot of bondin’
lot of talkin’, it ain’t often i’m respondin’
on my high horse through the high plains wanderin’
the sunset i ride off into is wakandan
lot of pеople fond of my ponderin’
underlings ovеr yonder, they somberly sing my praises
faces that look reluctant
phrases both repugnant and redundant
humdrum dumb sh-t i get confronted with
your one-upmanship done sunk and sh-t
iceberg to the lung quick, puncture it
you unsure, uncomfortable as one could get
i once learned a mushroom trip
to shut the f-ck up
suffering is part of life, suck it up like a tractor beam
in this elaborate dream in which
you’re the lead actor being casted in every scene
no matter if it’s comedic actin’ or dramatic leanin’
and candidly the camera and the screen can’t be mean
and there’s no one you can hide behind or people you can stand between
the songs are unwritten, there’s no rodgers and hammerstein
and you don’t get to just walk to the side and grab a tambourine
deadringer for a lead singer
this world way too cold, i moved to cali, i don’t need winter
practiced at my craft, mastered it like splinter
but it’s funny, it was way more fun to be a beginner
now i’m spoiled rotten by the flow i’m used to
truthfully it took awhile to develop like photos used to
flash forward, now i own a booth too
and people often say, “you look nice next to that microphone, it suits you”
tour van, smile dryly as i cruise through
f-ck it, i do it live like o’reilly or the roots do
few screws loose, highly cuckoo
irey as honey boo-boo with a stein full of yoohoo!
screw you and what your wack crew wants
you lack nuance, i disregard you and stack loot like the duponts
paint a picture perfectly with words that keep
graphic designers inspired to create some new fonts
times newer roman
for rhymes through my mind i am fine tooth combin’
post-covid you can catch me on the road again
mind wide open as i drive through bozeman
america, i’m applying to be your spokesman
coast to coast from roanoke to oakland
who dosed him?
who knows him?
who brought him here? what’s he smokin’?
i’ll have some of that
get to rollin’
yo, he got a twin, can we clone him?
what’s he cloaked in?
is that regular leather or goat skin?

- wax

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