Cosmic dust
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Uh huh, yeah
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Uh, check it
[Verse 1]
I sent it back to you, after you sent it to me
Cuz nuttin' in this world's more expensive than free
And everything I am, is the best I could be
You must be mistaken, unintentionally
See, we be sunnin' when we run up in the room
Filet so smooth, you can cut it with a spoon
These mignon's been on another numbered groove
6th just got it back, and I'm runnin on the move
Ain't nothin I can do but show you sunttin' I can prove
I'm stumped on the clues, cuz I'm drunk up off the booze
I'm clued, bring the funk up off the blues
And sprinkle it with jazz, more pizazz when amongst these other dudes
Who's, that, where we are
I'm up in the crib, rubbin up on some quinoa
You see my de-mean-or
More up and down than see-saws
Old [???], in the lines I put 3 on
My line back is 1 more, so my gun is a 3/4"
I see ya'll, hold on-let it breathe yall
[Verse 2]
You sent it back to me, soon as I sent it to you
Subpar artists, I could mention a few
Even if I vent it ain't the best I presume
Just stop, I'll show you what prevention could do
Just to get ice, spent all of they bread-
They'll be nothin round my neck worth more than my head
And cuz I said head, these f*gs'll try to pause me
Where ya head at?
Right you lost me
I dont condone it if your h*mophobic
Cuz to me it just seems more likely that 'chu h*mo, don't it?-
Ha
A new lease on my life, I'mma try to own it
I wouldn't try to phone it
I been carvin out the beats, so pardon on the speech-
I ain't the hardest on the streets, but I'm the artist of the week
Sweet
This-sh** was all good just a week ago-
I ain't 'gon let the speakers blow, I'mma just let it breathe yall