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gone - the skull eclipses lyrics

[verse 1: lushlife]
what’s in your snapback, [?]
it’s just the world inside your head screaming payback
dues, yeah, i paid that, crews, yeah, i sprayed back
matter fact, motherf*ckers are still hoping i laid back
stay back, guard your grill
’cause when the closing time come around, it’s so hard to feel
and if in one minute, everyone seems so down to chill
and then the next moment, everything is just laying still
how am i supposed to feel?
and i don’t care if you register to vote
or register to tote or even if you out pushing dope
then you just lost in the simulacrum
and matter fact, it’s the machinations and not the outcome
and i’m not talking malcolm
’cause this is bhagavad gita [?]
cia dope game, cocaine ricky ross
i know it’s not your fault
just when you know [?]
and feeling like everywhere was baltimore
i’m on the humble, on the tumble back to swisher king
and all i want is a designation of fisher king
this antihistamine rap what your [?] mean
’cause if you blowing out clouds black, it’s crystalline
when you a dime, [?]
while bank of america never do time, catch a fine
and if they launder billions
then they still walking around with christmas bonuses loud
and they still in the millions
so why they hate civilians? the prison industry complex is big business
like oil wars and the profiteering from every sickness
and i just bear the witness
but i don’t wanna do anything else but spit the fitness
so here we go, gs up, [?]
we gripping cash and ripping the greens in colorado
i be popping bottles with model chicks, it’s just a motto
broke pockets, i still spit the bravado
[verse 2: open mike eagle]
[?] who the f*ck knows, who the f*ck knows, yeah
my stomach’s on bubble like i ate a steak parm
[?] khakis like jake from state farm
police should break arms, instead they just shoot to k!ll
and murderers are sentenced for cruising [?]
having a toy gun and selling single cigarettes
and getting a snack when you wasn’t ready for dinner yet
d*mn, i’m trying to stay up out the judgment biz
but wonder which republicans know what a republic is
i’m getting chubby, kid, i’m trying to will the pounds off
a lazy man bitten by a radioactive ground sloth
yeah, got a couple weird ideas i need to bounce off you
is my d*ck bone connected to my heart bone?
i figure since nintendo can’t connect to my smartphone, there’s hope yet
another nightmare, awoke in a cold sweat
in the old west and ain’t n0body invented cold yet
and we still walk around shouting “so blessed”

[outro: open mike eagle & lushlife]
why do—why do we do that? (i don’t know, i really don’t know)
blessed with what? (i don’t know)
that’s being sarcastic, we just talking sh*t (yep, yep)

- the skull eclipses lyrics

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