Skitzo
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Before I go
Skitzo
I'm just a hippies' baby
Born about the eighties
The Boomers' juniors s**ing psychedelics out their hooters
Must have been in their milk
Peace-loving and tripping balls
Had us growing up different
Kept limping up and down them halls
Heard I came out with a blunt in my mouth
And I lean to the left
A green little [?]
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Got a fixation on tryna fix fake sh**
Room full of lies, club full of fake tits
Mother loved p-funk
Daddy was gang sh**
So I was born on a low ride space ship
Out here promoting love
With a pistol on me so what?
When my hoodie's up won't catch me slipping pimping best of luck
Busboy brilliant, stockroom ratchet
Pushing a pack of the pills fast, sh**
Just trying to come up with that extra buck
Had a couple bad ones baffling anyone who be wonderin' what the women I be havin' look like
Strippers, skaters, painters, PhD-candidates and [?] lookalikes
Street demonstrators, pickets protests so left so sweet so blessed
Ah yes, so somebody say something outta pocket
Why you gotta talk sh**
Watch it
I got what they wanting
‘cause I change it up so often
Skitzo
Feels so Guns N' Roses
I could love them or could off them
Skitzo
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Skitzo
I'm happy
I'm feeling glad
I got some papers, grapes and songs I made and they all in my bag
Got the roaches fumigated but face it they common as crack
They just like haters, you could smoke them but they crawling on back
I know ‘cause I was raised to see faking
Had the eighties never seen Reagan
Wouldn't be no fiends hanging on my street begging
Yup crack era babies lie to my partners [?] training
But I can't blame on them
Get money made slinging
Might as well keep banging
Got no filter, God I'm lost, ga**ing like the Holocaust
Womanizer, dick supplier, my co*ktails are Molotov
Mugging at the next dude
Helping mama with her bags
Tryna avoid the drama but what the f** is he looking at?
[Spanish]
That's what they all be pledging on my lines
Like they f**ing betas
Hey, can't we all be friends?
No?
Well get the f** up out my way then
I got what they wanting
‘cause I change it up so often
Skitzo
Feels so Guns N' Roses
I could love them or could off them
Skitzo
Simmer
I think you need to simmer
Simmer
You might just wanna simmer
Simmer
I think you need to simmer
Before I go
Skitzo
Whoa whoa wait up wait up wait up wait wait
Is that that motherf**ing Diggs over there?
Hey, yo Diggs Imma need you
[Daveed Diggs]
Yeah
Look I'm just a baby hippie
Thug so I got a pistol with me
Put it at your temple, pray my fingers ain't feeling too slippery
Ever since he was grinching, guess that made me the Lorax
Sadly, lifted away one day ‘til we met up in Whoville to make more tracks
A pastor preaching sin, eating peaches for hours
Gonna f** her face off, patiently lay her up on a bed of flowers
And you can count the ways it's wrong
But sh** I'm only rapping
Mindlessly babbling
The greatest statements that have ever happened
Both [?] walking this line, paranoid as f**, terrified as sh**
In the back of our mind we know someone be coming for every motherf**er who'll be on that real spit
Tryna tell me Pac and B.I.G. weren't skitzo man the f** you talking
The direct effects is Dear Mama and All About U bumping on the same Walkman
But they don't remember that post-digital, post-critical, post-race, post post modern
Post [?] post like posing for a picture we'll be catching up in post production
This how we function as a modern myth for your consumption
Got the subs up in your trunk bumping like I'm a personality descending from on top of the hood jumping
I got what they wanting
‘cause I change it up so often
Feels so Guns N' Roses
I could love them or could off them
Skitzo
Simmer
I think you need to simmer
Simmer
You might just wanna simmer
Simmer
I think you need to simmer
Before I go
Skitzo