Verse 1
Yo, Its the melancholy rocker
High on nag champa
Sippin spiked sanka
And Reading sum Franz Kafka
Read my hands proper, yo
Fortune, money, d**h
I pull out, hand her the ball
She got like 30 seconds left
Here's my 32nd quest
31, it was a doozy
People soul so cold
When i go out, i rock a coozie
A Hurricane brain and
A novacane soul
Or So the saying goes…
Yo Thats what they saying bro, but
I ain't never had a drug
That, got me sooo spacey
This american beauty
Baby's Got me so spacey
High and f**ing angsty
Bombing like banksy
Fancy necromancy
Black magic, black pantie
Motherf**ing ghost and
Ima paranormal witness
f**, I like feelin good--
Ima serotonin misfit
Stressed, dressed proper
Quest less, a vexed mantra
And they up on my joint like tommy copper
Whoa
Yooo
We too high to get us
You ain't riding with us
We too high to get us
You ain't ridin with us
Take that, take that
I be, i be
Right back
Molly, molly-Lick rap
X2
We too high to get us
You ain't riding with us
We too high to get