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"Ceviche with Nietzsche" is a track by Homeboy Sandman, from the album Veins, released 31st March 2017. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] Yo I'm sorry I'm mad I have no idea why I'm mad I just get mad, if time goes by [Verse] I keep a hoodie I keep a woodie I sprinkle sulphur with the stuff of legend I'm not a chicken, you're a turkey Standard, consider that Sand is sociopath sadness Slanted, Looking hella regal, yo the eagle landed Since this jumping like I'm not a brand So that's how I've been branded May as well be licking shots at random I layer when the temperature dip I am an intentionalist I serve ceviche with Nietzsche No thank you, ma'am I do not need a band, I got a DJ I'm like a earthworm in and out of soil In and out of BK The key to world peace is on my keychain I promise you it's quite a keepsake Like I keep saying My eyes got a nice glaze I think I might just hibernate inside an ice cave I've jammed a lot of satellites For giving lots of bad advice And said a lot of "have a nice day"s In God me trust Any and all feats with my teeth freshly brushed Neither frown nor blush Cooperstown or bust I step aside for pregnant ladies As well as men and women that are well into their eighties I rock my Fila and Le Tigre on the Tigris and Euphrates My chain could take a eye out Your favorite hall of famer never made it to the tryout My rider has amenities, writer of obscenities that cry out "This is my house" "No one's gonna tell me not to blast my Amy Winehouse" Let me find out That you summered in the gutter You should keep your mind out Sippin' on a regional stout I've a canvas and a easel and unreasonable doubt Pick up the feed that shows me roaming around Know how Homeboy doesn't play that ode to Homey D. Clown This isn't Stoli, join me for another round Of sparkling holy water, holy moly, holy cow Having said all that I hate to be the reason why you get off track I sacrifice so fish can count to ten on land I'm just tryna be a better man I'm just tryna shout my demo Get on Leno and on Letterman But catch me cold, frontin' I know to save that for the weatherman I'm good for rolling sevens with whatever hand
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