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[Hook] Gramps is on something Don’t take this for granted [Verse 1] This is just life Reading and writing Tied to your ancestral land’s dance Made a plan back when Come around again The sea plays stones like violins Just like the cello in the hood plays [?] Ah yeah, just like my mellow And the protagonist got stolen Rearrange your breathing like, sure enough Can’t vote but got a weed card From Toys R Us [Hook] Gramps is on something Don’t take this for granted Gramps is on something Don’t take this for granted [Verse 2] The thefts are becoming bolder Feel alone even though I stand on your shoulders Zero laugh is a plan post-revolver Can’t make heads or tails of this geezer’s character Full English coffee dismissing my plan like playing cards We need a time machine to hit the one yards We need a rhyme machine to go with this caviar We need streaming and credit cards We have thoughts you can disregard As stationary as a rusted car Flowers sproutin’ up through the floor Baby’s breath pushing up through the door You won’t soon call rot blood clot What for, what for, what for? But oranges and Kool-Aid anticoagulates 78 pages of nothing but fine print 18 year old bump rages of molly, Christ and absinthe This is best viewed through a covered lens The rest is skewed and sleepless with the bends This is the horror you shake This is the frame, it breaks The frequency works to re-establish Like a mirage your fourth-grade bully appears Ready to commit violence Just like that, you are just that small again Just like that you drop your pen You want an Uber or a trip to Atlantis You wanna judo flip your shit for higher victim status Out here on the savannah these niggas just cashing in We been out here, we stays out here This is our shit, we the slide doors We live this shit, we are Alaska motherfucker The streets are filled with what’s left After the feeling’s been pulled [Outro] The streets is empty Jacked by the curfew Lives aplenty, but still holds echoes of our feelings As clear as a lifeboat As clear as a lifeboat The streets is empty Jacked by the curfew But still holds echoes of our feelings As clear as a lifeboat As clear as a lifeboat As clear as a lifeboat As clear as a lifeboat As clear as a lifeboat As clear as a lifeboat