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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lync Lone
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AJ Suede
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Lync Lone
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
LUNAR
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Lyrics
Smoked a 4 gram wood in the booth for no reason man
High as hell
You know what we came to do man, nothin' new
Holup, look both ways
This dude spit some shit that blow brains, like its propane
The lettuce romaine, the sweater Balmain, I'm tellin' ya
The best of all names, the quest for no fame, but bread income
Deflect the slow train, like this was Soul Plane
Won't die of cocaine, Lone dyin' of old age
Yall act like a lion but don't got no mane
Applyin' Rogaine, yall be lying you ain't got no brain, at all
The chips fall, revealing who's really God
The quick spar, concealing who really lost
My clique spark up the weed like cumulus clouds
Who's around? There ain't no big, bad wolf that could blew him down
Nevertheless, his dedication is impressive
It's been said that I'm like the goat, it's embedded
The thin checklist of how to go broke, is immeasured
Things settle but it's never forever so think clever, forreal
I been about my romaine, mixed greens, arugula
YouTube and Googlers, with computers glued to the linings of the pocket
Bars on the Googleplex
Took off in a rocket like the Incas
With some heavy drinkers, favorite barstool where the time pass
Mad cuz I'm turning down every single shot glass
Step outside and touch grass, step outside and smoke grass
Trip going left, hit the blinkers
Kush smoke cumulus, feeling like the best to ever do this shit
I was freestylin' in the uterus
Veteran since preschool
The Emperor's New Clothes weren't see-through
But that's what the storybook tells you
A false bill of goods is what they sell you, I don't know what to tell you
Other than better luck next time, if there is a next time
Wouldn't really hold my breath on that
Kombat with the Kung Lao hat
Suede God
I just have one question
That guy who holds all them records, is he still alive?
Why do you ask?
I just thought you oughta let him know I'm about to knock his name off that board
Why don't you let him know yourself, he's standing right behind you in the back of the room
Written by: Lync Lone