SIDE TWO-B

Part I: fluid

[Instrumental]

Part II: dist

[Instrumental]

Part III: jack scruby

[Instrumental]

Part IV: Sittin’ On Chrome

[Intro]

I'ma need y'all to pray for me on this one

I'ma need y'all to pray for me on this one

Lord have mercy

[Verse 1]

I just got paid

It's Friday night

I'm sittin' on chrome

And I'm feelin' alright

Take it, take it

I just got paid

It's Friday night

I'm sittin' on chrome

And I'm feelin' alright

Take it, take it

I just got paid

It's Friday night

I'm sittin' on chrome

And I'm feelin' alright

Take it, take it

I just got paid

It's Friday night

I'm sittin' on chrome

And I'm feelin' alright

Take it, take it, take it, take it

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Take it, take it, take it, take it

I just got paid

It's Friday night

I'm sittin' on chrome

And I'm feelin' alright

Take it, take it

I just got paid

It's Friday night

I'm sittin' on chrome

And I'm feelin' alright

Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it

Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it

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T-take it

T-take it

Take it, take it, take it

T-take it

Take it, take it, take it

T-take it

Take it, take it, take it

T-take it

Take it, take it

[Verse 2]

I just got paid

It's Friday night

I'm sittin' on chrome

And I'm feelin' alright

Take it, take it

I just got paid

It's Friday night

I'm sittin' on chrome

And I'm feelin' alright

Take it, take it

T-take it

Take it, take it, take it

T-take it

Take it, take it

I just got paid

It's Friday night

I'm sittin' on chrome

And I'm feelin' alright

Take it, take it

I just got paid

It's Friday night

I'm sittin' on chrome

And I'm feelin' alright

Take it, take it, take it, take it

Take it, take it, take it, take it

Take it, take it, take it, take it

Take it, take it, take it, take it

Take it, take it, take it, take it

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Take it, take it, take it, take it

Take it

Part V: dert sceptre

[Verse]

Side swipe, I'm infinite

My infantry ready for centuries

Pain and my ecstasy

Intersect mentally covered in arms

So I'm something like centipede

Enter my space and the eye on my scepter

Evaluate studies, your movements, your shadows

Evaporates, pride is disaster, the prodigal master

My people just watchin' my vertebrae currently

Cold

Only dream of dying if I have a dream

Go ahead, pop five in the magazine

Only time I ever matter

When I'm swinging from the scaffolding

Weak thoughts really terrified of ever after

So I still breathe, heart beats, wrong turns

New paths spit gas

Slide out, tell me where the work at

Soon as I mention it, that's when I get it

Glitches in time, I'm dismissive of physics

We live on the back of a serpent that hisses

Then swallowed the sun while you busy with riches and bitches

Switching my style so I'm louder than bombs

Flooded and drowned me, when lighting them off

Renowned worldwide, wish it was gone

Crooked letter E-P-A-R-A-T-E me from the weak

Player, I'm gone

[Bridge]

I be, I be hiberatin', gettin' high

Penetratin' somethin' fly

Somethin' fly, fly, fly, fly

I be, I be hiberatin', gettin' high

Penetratin' somethin' fly

Somethin' fly, fly, fly, fly

I be, I be hiberatin', gettin' high

Penetratin' somethin' fly

Somethin' fly, fly, fly, fly

I be, I be hiberatin', gettin' high

Penetratin' somethin' fly

Somethin' fly, fly, fly, fly

[Outro]

I'm space station, I'm cold scab

Steadily makin' my nose numb

Bent thumbs dig back in my sockets

Nothin' worth seein', I'd rather be dumb

Part VI: casting out a spell

[Verse]

Go to sleep [?]

Go to sleep [?]

Go to sleep [?]

Go to sleep [?]

Part VII: filth and satan

[Unintelligible roaring and screaming]

Part VIII: runner

[Instrumental]

Part IX: rennur

[Instrumental]

Part X: SUNDAY DRIVE

[Verse 1]

Woke up Sunday morning from the sun in the window

Clock only said 10 but I'm fully awake though

What's to get into? I'm thinking to myself

As I'm rolling up fresh that's got that herb off the shelf

They say it's bad for your health but you only live once

That's why I'm smoking a cigarette right after my blunt

Fuck a zero tolerance, I'm a zero who tolerates

Any substance that will enhance your mind state

If you think of repercussions, you'll be always running

And could still die young from a gun or something, but fuck it

It's too nice to be chillin' inside

Plus everybody and they mama in the hood's outside

It's like everybody feelin' that good time vibe

It's like everybody glad just to be alive

I put out my Camel with that thought in my mind

Called the boys, I'm going driving now, who wanna ride?

[Chorus]

It's that brand new type of Sunday drive

Tunes up, smoked out and getting live

We celebrating each day that we survive

We livin' for these days now, who wanna ride?

It's that brand new type of Sunday drive

Tunes up, smoked out and getting live

We celebrating each day that we survive

We livin' for these days now, who wanna ride?

[Verse 2]

Young dude wanna ride

Jump in the whip, just it's lit and we bumping 106.5

I got the blunt to my lips, I'm just glad we alive

Don't trip, I ain't B.I.G., I ain't ready to die

I ain't tryna let poverty happen

So I flipped and stay properly mackin'

The burner in the trunk in my state property jacket

Don't take me from a punk cause it's definitely packin'

But it ain't about that today, everything is a-okay

I ain't even seen no Jakes

Roll down low and had to pump the brakes

Ricky outside, you're ready to slide, make no mistake

If Gus is on your block then he lifted off that indo

If you only got that live I'm just waving from the window

Sorry man, the lac-lac ain't no  way that we can fit you

Don't make it such an issue, damn

[Outro]

I got the see-saw slump with my homies beside me

Ain't that something? Who wanna ride, G?

Part XI: clune

[Instrumental]

Part XII: sog

[Instrumental]