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feelin so twah - ac3rmagic lyrics

whooooa… we feelin so twah..
these fumes h*lla dissipate tha blah..
so yahhh… now wha?
whooooa… we feelin so twah..
these fumes h*lla dissipate tha blah..
so yahhh… now wha?

huh, i’m so trippy. giddy. occasionaly silly
really tho, says w*lly, like, u feelin me?
we glidin thru sp*ce in a psychedelic van
this just who i am
like i’m in an aquarium…

…d*mn man
can u relate? do u understand?
it’s impressive. tha universe relays a profound message. i’m clear from tha wreckage
it ain’t me. i’m insanely gravy. look at everything, it’s wavy. and how crazy it’s made me. but what it gave me is it made mе a brainy. high serotonin, it sway me. lookin around in disbeliеf how god has blessed me. zany. 4 window paney. fruit of tha looms and hanies. please, don’t betray meeeee…

whooooa… we feelin so twah..
these fumes h*lla dissipate tha blah..
so yahhh… now wha?
whooooa… we feelin so twah..
these fumes h*lla dissipate tha blah..
so yahhh… now wha?

uppity up to tha toppity tip top, don’t stop. jump of tha rocks and take lift off, and fly away into tha beyond. so far that u look back and errrtangs gone. but hey, ain’t nuttin wrong. that’s just how tha soul sings it song. so, sing along. grab a bong, oblong, 4 non blondes. goin on and on and on. open tha oven. zong. big like king kong. playin ping pong, hey tha weak gone. see? saw? yeeah.. yeehaw! we rock. doin it nahhhhhn stop. droppin them blotters a lot. got what u wan in stock. ya l!ckin my c*ck. c’mon.. u know that it got cha hard like a rock. put together these blocks. see all tha people on tha sidewalk. but shocking. it’s 4:20 o clock. knock one hen out of a flock. get your bong out, get cho pipes, stuff tha bowl full of weed and let ya lighters ignite. stop tha fight. do right. love all day and all night. despite what ya feel inside, cuz now’s tha time to inhale, whether yo male or female. always hide ya email. it ain’t needed on form for resale. an entire bale. whoaaa, we hail!!
whooooa… we feelin so twah..
these fumes h*lla dissipate tha blah..
so yahhh… now wha?
whooooa… we feelin so twah..
these fumes h*lla dissipate tha blah..
so yahhh… now wha?

bubble yum, yup, chewing bubble gum. it ain’t troublesome. unless u do it a lot

“then what?”

then tha trouble comes. u may have to double jump thru tha hoops. use a double pump. let them smuggle some funny funs. shhh.. keep ya mouth a mumbled hum. come and cuddle some. rubber buns. bounce automatic. like u stretching as if u were elastic. put it into practice. fantastic. versatile gymnastics. making ya movements dramatic. don’t second guess it. make ya self whirrrrrl. weeee. messin around with me. dont arrest me, please. i’m your healer, so go in peace. u know whats so screwed? it’s what serial k!llers do. it’s tunable, but they put tha fun in funeral. ya still a girl? ya still a boy? good stay that way, ur body ain’t a toy. why can’t ppl just accept who they are? and tha cards they are given. they take things too far. it is. i guess they dont like themselves, wishing they was something else. some days i feel like a nerd, don’t mean ima go buy glasses and break em. word. then tape em in tha center just so i feel good, or better. that’s tha dumbest ever

whooooa… we feelin so twah..
these fumes h*lla dissipate tha blah..
so yahhh… now wha?
whooooa… we feelin so twah..
these fumes h*lla dissipate tha blah..
so yahhh… now wha?

1, 2, 3, 4, what this counting for? keeping score. why? ya bored? u needa soar. maybe get sore, wh0re. explicit to tha core. who can handle this anymore. most ppl get offended too easy. it ain’t me. to me it’s funny. i love it. so if ya think u are then come to me. jump like frog. bounce like a bunny. run fast from them honey bees. but honey please, take time to smoke summa these sunny weeds. what is comin from me, ain’t nuttin of a dummy. but he come in lookin like a mummy. tp wrapped around his face and tummy and even down to one knee. quality? crummy. he also act kinda scummy. he never fix himself, he never study. he don’t understand how lucky he be and then just ruins everything. his hands become bl**dy. he can’t use tha key. cuz he can’t see. instead, his mind, and he stay muddy. oh yeah, what a buddy

whooooa… we feelin so twah..
these fumes h*lla dissipate tha blah..
so yahhh… now wha?
whooooa… we feelin so twah..
these fumes h*lla dissipate tha blah..
so yahhh… now wha?
whooooa… we feelin so twah..
these fumes h*lla dissipate tha blah..
so yahhh… now wha?
whooooa… we feelin so twah..
these fumes h*lla dissipate tha blah..
so yahhh… now wha?

hmm .. why did princess dianna cross tha street?

“cuz she wasn’t wearin her seatbelt.”

ah h*ll..

el o el

hahaha poor lady

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