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de guardin

Are you sleeping, are you dead?
This the interlude that you listen to in bed
Cut the pillow talk you aint gettin' in my head
There's a quarter million things that rather leave unsaid

Wait wait one minute gotta find my pair of slides
Are we smokin' outback are we steppin' in the ride
Might toss you the keys can't drive it if I'm fried

Turn the radio on shit that's me
I'm world wide shit changed not me tho dude
I've been sippin' Bombay with a birds eye view
Tryna kick it at the crib with a long ass queue

You remember all the days we smoked outta old blue?
Yeah, I miss that shit
Rippin' bongs all day in a kick-ass fit
With my dogs all blazed taking big ass hits
Push my soul to the edge like it's soul cal 6

Are you listening to this?
It's another track from the dude that never miss
Is it coincidental frag mental how we fix
Up our issues misusing the substances that make us sick
Kick the bucket I chuck it, so you can't see it when it lands

If this poet got hella potent we puffin' twenty grams
Save the eight for a rainy day when you feelin' hella bad
It's the artisan mr cardigan best you ever had do not take it serious
This the one fun track
Do not get delirious
Cereal I eat it it's a spoon fed experience

Yeah, I thought that line was hilarious
But we headin' back to the project
Get a couple lines in
Bout some motherfuckers
Who can barely get their lines read
Arch nemesis you a clown with your eyes red
Bozo the bitch you just mad you ain't widespread

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