- Feb 17, 2013
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Picked up the homie,
Closed the door,
Now let us puff a vision,
Up up up risen in our spirits,
Souls on memory,
Angels in the backseat,
Over there-
I see a demon car steaming,
Disco lights, gotta pull over again tonite,
When the flashlight man walked up,
Asked why our eyes were teary,
Mr. Officer of cloaks,
The winds of strength,
While the top down,
Had our tele-visions cold,
Staring at us dripping snots like ooooh!
He switched as he walked off,
Meanwhile across the corner,
Who that looking like vixen prostyletoot,
Got a little closer two see mean mug,
Dranked up on stankohlics,
She said "what you looking at?"
The heels ran over out of service,
Cause her sight were the rocks,
Graveled buried by the tracks,
Millions of miles ridden pun de riddum,
With no stopping or warning of precision,
Not an opinion but steel hot facts,
So let the kosmic mother influence pulls us back,
As if high speed was suspension,
While in the midst of rushing breezes,
I'm saying though cause free is the style in season,
Rhyme and reason-
Before I picked up the homie,
Closing the door riding into the journey,
We believing in and we out,
Up up up risen in our spirits no doubt.
Closed the door,
Now let us puff a vision,
Up up up risen in our spirits,
Souls on memory,
Angels in the backseat,
Over there-
I see a demon car steaming,
Disco lights, gotta pull over again tonite,
When the flashlight man walked up,
Asked why our eyes were teary,
Mr. Officer of cloaks,
The winds of strength,
While the top down,
Had our tele-visions cold,
Staring at us dripping snots like ooooh!
He switched as he walked off,
Meanwhile across the corner,
Who that looking like vixen prostyletoot,
Got a little closer two see mean mug,
Dranked up on stankohlics,
She said "what you looking at?"
The heels ran over out of service,
Cause her sight were the rocks,
Graveled buried by the tracks,
Millions of miles ridden pun de riddum,
With no stopping or warning of precision,
Not an opinion but steel hot facts,
So let the kosmic mother influence pulls us back,
As if high speed was suspension,
While in the midst of rushing breezes,
I'm saying though cause free is the style in season,
Rhyme and reason-
Before I picked up the homie,
Closing the door riding into the journey,
We believing in and we out,
Up up up risen in our spirits no doubt.