Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Zoloft Woodstock

Check it, Yo,
Crack another smile when i crack another code,
Rapping like a viper but happens to like soul,
This is a brick in my pyramid delivery,
Bitch niggas, I refuse to show chivalry,
Now i got more rivalries, then siblings,
Give a little ring to my civil nipple ring lickers,
im a kicker like fink-el and Einhorn,
An animal but __i know you thinking its my porn,
Nah, i straight go ace ventura,
making sure im tasting the face of a nature-al girl i adore, what?
play secure if your dating a whore,
But face sure has a way of breaking doors down,
when your dating for,
the kid whos say is blazing the ladies raw,
is saying you amy, so be safe when you explore, great.
a P.S.A is stunting like im jackies daddy,
exactly, im happy, sunny days get at me.

Put your fears in your pocket get happy,
put your tears in your pocket get happy,
If im dragging you down get at me,
Ladies im grown man kidnap me,
Get happy (x8)

Never been in a better mood than right now,
I dont know why, but i let the vendetta off the groove just bite down,
on the head of the clueless white frown,
i make better music when emotions are upside down,
I rarely show emotion, speak no louder sample, no emotion,
hold me closer hoes, and pros in poetry ,
had a minaj with adjectives and god,
had to describe the feeling of no plastic when inside her spot,
though i write a lot, the spot was the tightest,
so my spot is somewhere next to your hinus and imus,
Whatever the line is, i drag my blanket behind it,
A fat enough ass, you pass the dutch,
i smack and guide it to my lap as i sit, happy as fuck,
happier since god would be happy to fuck,
is that blasphemous? in laughter we trust,
she knows my heart, i confuse passion with lust. what!?

Put your fears in your pocket get happy,
put your tears in your pocket get happy,
If im dragging you down get at me,
Ladies im grown man kidnap me,
Get happy (x8)

Turbulence in my flight, the nervousness has reached the height,
but the height of my superbness vision is bright,
so i permanently would like to say, that ive earned the right today,
to burn the sight of what may cause me to cry at night,
with that said, give me some herbal relaxed stuff,
word to that stuff, germs are to sad to act up,
reverse, perverse to catch up, pack the verse up,
when you catch, cause the turbulence is just flights that are in the sky at the same time as us,
that have past us, with established laughter telling us to keep our asses up,
that could suck if half of us was trapped in prozac dust, just tryna keep from cracking up,
But, which crack could have you passing up the action of cracking up at the touch of a blackened verse.

Put your fears in your pocket get happy,
put your tears in your pocket get happy,
If im dragging you down get at me,
Ladies im grown man kidnap me,
Get happy (x8)


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