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gun glitters - the skull eclipses lyrics

one, two, three

my mama always told me aim high
that’s why my eyes low when i’m loaded in the sky
bullets like birds, way i let ’em all fly
fly the way my gun glitters in the sunshine
gun glitters in the sunshine, gun glitters in the sunshine
the way my gun glitters in the sunshine
aiming for the sky [?] time

hustle business, i know i’m known for missin’
[?] for missions into the [?]
popping pistols [?] a pot to p*ss in
stop and listen, only the [?] wisdom
of quantum visions of coalescing in coalition
i love a [?] coexistence with no emission
s*x is my [?]
blow up the world if it was my decision
get left with all my issues
isolation vital, stimulation patience
stimulation, innovation down in the bas*m*nt
it’s ok they sedated, nah it’s overrated
don’t care if it’s platinum or gold long as i’m there to play it (yeah, yeah f*ck all that)
long as i’m there to play it
a n*gga made it, [?] my vindication
what’s in your playlist? nothing, i [?]
just roll and be on the interstate in my lonely sp*ceship
my favourite tape playing, no, you ain’t playing
don’t even ask for my vocals if you ain’t paying
or if you ain’t saying something real to the people
who lost in the evil of all of these evils we livin’ in
the soul sufficient and coefficient of life
the golden ratio starting to fade under the lights
i’m d.b. cooper, i’m buckminster fuller, and in the night
i’m swallowed up by the anxieties of just living life right
all rap friend or foe, ’86 when it meant the most
the innocence of a generation lost in the centrefold
angels never sing to me the raps, they just tenderly
droppin’ from out the sky like a bottle rocket and into me
it’s marijuana*fuelled last dreams of the downtrodden
philly rap corner block hot boys of round robin
round the clock and working for nothing, nothing to prove
nothing left to read about, so there’s nothing left here to do
and true, you know my [?] mescaline for the mestizo amigo
the anasazi just disappeared in the people
and they’re equal when you thinking you eric van damme again
’cause nothing coulda conjured the ancient man from klonopin
so i just rhyme again and be another lost, lonely book
and pack my pictures for the next lifetime filled with lonely hooks

- the skull eclipses lyrics

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