Lyrics

yeah we need not know induction
no not at all the motor flex beat
the bonified connection device
connecting like that Sunday chicken advice
you know how we do
long time we been at this shit man
with a world of scream like that Looney Lord sucks
teachers getting touched by symitical tone
bounce that hip honey and I might just press
money to that chest
cause I'm proud to invest to the bone
I love that home grown unlike them others
them cuckoo land lovers who feed them foreign buds
to them it don't matter how shugri shit sound
they part with them pounds like they hypnotized
now it's my duz head to bring forth to cleanse
with bands that we're buffer than a sumo belly
I roll down them tracks like my name was Pelli LA
and it's too cool moves in mad flames on my step
now I stamp on them we cop distractions
rugged with my action
tell me how you hate me now
Bomonic Botonic got me proud and brave
Boombonic Botonic got me brave
y'all connectiveity device
me connected nothing
ever feel this battle can fools be deaf
dumb and blind and cheap
like whining
like they don't see the gems on their doorstep wagon
if still never feel this depth is too deep
deeper than the bedding of an ocean
lyrical lotion in motion
and proud to present the tide
of the bonafide certification
I must I will I can spread that mind
span and reap from the blessings
that were written inside these
the wise melodies
with remedies and rugged pressure recipes
guess who's coming to dinner
it's me ain't no excuse for my if I'm pedigree
class m C's keep class m Safari father's m C's
we don't find pan them
because they just can't connect to the level I hold
so rebels in the mode don't chase no fools gold
while they twitching with that bitch
and I maneuver improve that
there'll be no friging
with this idle mood connectiveity
divides has me connected
nothing ever feel this plateau could fool speak death
dumb and blind and cheap like whining like they
don't see the gems on their doorstep
connected to divides has me connected
nothing ever feel this plateau could fool speak death
dumb and blind and cheap like whining like the
they don't see the gems on their doorstep
question what be you be you what I am
who I am and who I is is who I be
and I try I try hard yes I try hard
and I don't give a I don't give a damn
I will never stick to no formally
I grew how I grew
test me free from that living dead news
copper juice got me screws
getting loose to them boujee poo revenge
there'll be no pretense when the hoots fight commence
now them pockets resent them their styles I present
but I don't give a shit if it's just
me one skanking
I'll skank till the cows come back
from their grazing amazing roots
Grace how sweet the sound
perpetual motion with the hot belt profound
we get down down
for whatever strong ankles
drives them coast that ill weather
with the Nitro glycerine cook
for the heathens they fight down the black teeth
they full of self hate
but there is no stopping for
wishing on this transmission
by any which format
big tings for ground by the hook or by the cook
I'm struggle or more
if a Scot forget bought then so be it
connected for tea device has me connected
nothing ever feel the fragile
for fools be left them in blind and cheap
like whining like
they don't see the gems on their doorstep
connected but she divides as we connected
nothing ever feel this plateau
could fools be deaf dumb and blind and sheep
like whining like
they don't see the gems on their doorstep
connected to the vibes as me connected
nothing ever feel this plateau
could fools be deaf dumb and blind and sheep
like whining like
they don't see the gems on their doorstep
connected to divides as me connected
nothing ever feel this plateau
could fools be deaf dumb and blind and sheep
like
funny like they don't see the gems on their doorstep
what say you now huh
say what you have to say
but there'll be no stopping this
let's be the judge of bless ha up
front fresh bare feet
we don't give a shot give that another shot huh
I stride how I stride
and Strung Out will shine
as stepping
from the PM to the a m from the a m and back huh
take no flat
I will be how I be and what I be is what I be huh
hold tight that it all because I'm safe when I die
uh huh
I'm so we grooving grown long time for the fun days
I saw the ground we die
till tears rested in the rest dead
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