[Verse 1]
Yeah, these are "Sounds of the Earth" tones
Alcoholic dad, carpenter to my bird home
How they come from birth stones?
Snort it, snort it, snort it
Then I'm fallin' through a wormhole, Geronimo, oh
I could for sure go to Hell 'cause I feel fire on my torso
Shoot up the award show
Bom bibom bibom bibom bom
Bom bibom bibom bibom, yeah
The last stragglers, on your head like Mad Hatters
Abstract era, bullies to you backpackers
Goin' crazy, detoxin' at the Nutcracker
Flexible bitch, she let me fuck backwards
What matters?
Land of the blunt passers, land of the drug dealеrs
Unreal, rollin' up ether in thе cornmeal
Stand behind a force-field, raps are unlimited
It's not definitive, infinite arithmetic
[Interlude]
[Verse 2]
Yeah, okay
I'm a victim of the IQ, written in a haiku
Gettin' head in high school, I nut before the final
This the type of shit only sound good on vinyl
Prostitute women writin' letters to the bible
Old Jewish go through the old newish blockbuster
She want your money, do not trust her
Bom bibom bibom bibom bom
Bom bibom bibom bibom, yeah
This some make-believe, stuntin' in a babyseat
Windows down, my mom turn on the Amerie
The cocaine is cut with laxatives
Rollin' up adjectives, smokin' in 'em
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