Ab-Soul - Camp Fire lyrics

[Verse 1: Bill] Yeah You don't got bars that drop, hard to hit Neighborhood pharmacist Jarring up this haze in the shade to rock cardigans Center starter, better get your starters sparking It's lemon scented a starter to spend a trend In the parks of a very tended I started with every pen then I'm on this sh** Late night faze through these tend-to-missing-darker-sins I'm not starting with rappers I'm black Mortus Mac, your f**ing a** hard as the gla** of the back boarding I'm back, sword them See his a** tour and laugh more from not having fun What the f** am I writing raps for? I'm the last chord, plug it, I'm coming with nothing but this f**ing bruggage sh**, I'm [--] I'm a nuisance I do this I've been fluent But the sin of vins ruin where I been, I been moving Ten for ten rudest Villain of the park Get some sense to them, pillar of the art [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Yeah A little speed and tequila lead me to beat making Was my intention to walk that lead to free basing Spend a few too many thousand wasted Ebay'ing Watch the trust fall, that's team-building exercises It's f** Everybody Enterprises You always ten feet ahead, but just a step behind us I guess I'm fine wit let me choose the devil I get to sign with You wet vaginas These rappers are softer than fresh bouq' Iris Obsessed with violence Weapons on deck like dead palace Haven't found God yet, the closest that I get is silence It's never quiet Satan dwell inside their brief cases I'm glad we made it, now I'm thankful I'm a free agent Fresh out of prison, throw the deuces up like Nixon Tell me what's the difference 'tween wisdom and superstition We just civilians, the villains kiss the infants Ain't no such thing as coincidence, sh** [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] Yeah We smoking stupid blunts but my thoughts ain't dumb Got 99 problems but a thot ain't one, uhh All my b**hes bis**ual and bilingual I got a bible and a rifle, God I'm evil To all these common people, yeah the heat is brewing Kinda like summer school for a UCLA student That's always true and yeah I'm on a roll This is special education for the honor roll I'm kinda throwed, like softballs in a league of their own I've been the sh** since I could piss on my own You just a toilet bowl, a foil in the microwave You don't be-long like short-film-casting calls Throw your life away We got that coke that don't get you up in 6-Flags "Roller Coaster Fast Pa**" That's Ab-Soul; Don't forget the dash ho Put your baton this no 100 yard dash though Soul