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Out of pocket thought process

Monster on lock no lochness

You are key to die with the progress

Off topic hot not Gothic Coke products

Get passed in the field without an option

No discussion ain't nothin paint brains with concussions

By abundance they hate to love it

Hiding from the government

Outta sight out of public discussion

Sick with a few drug substances

High as the second comin record bumpin new production

What to come of it? deals near the luncheon

Steady druggin just sell enough for the cuff n shit

Your outfit could be smothered in clips

Die from someone with no reason to live

I've been high since Michael Jackson sleeping with kids

Writing verses with pieces to stitch

Never givin shits constipated elevated with piff

Lemon in the gin sipped citrus with apprentice business

Mushroom trippin forgot my luggage in the kitchen

I just wanna suffer from winnin in many hundred positions

In which a hundred is nothin to them the way that they livin

Way different system mind is a prison

Rhyming vision slanging division

Sick with the Aids missin hey listen your hearing aids missin

Pay attention with the mission in which the vision clear

Visine rhyme schemes

the nine read your fortune like the Chinese

The Coke so pure that it's good for your hygiene

The color so white it'll probably make your eyes bleed

I lost my mind I can't find me

I think I'm so high that I'll be forever climbing

Never perfect timing just rolling dice

Betting with the life to my own device

With a loaded pipe and a folded knife

Coke or ice Dope or spice

I'm on the moon to fly kites

Top heights dropping nice hype

Need a vice to hold the mic