Bound 1

What a shorter track /

Not fully complete call it baby back/

With a side of damn you make me mad/

With the same mistakes passed through generations hands/

Ignorance Greed Filth make you a dirty old man /

16 year old saying termanlangoues of men of the klan/

Tear drop how sad /

I think even a hippie can acknowledge that /

Cause how we supposed to stay psychedelic when u can't blunt me a hand/

That's like a quarterback not throwing a complete pass/

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas/

Slang we use to discguess the fact and I'm coo wit that/

Cause that depressing shit makes me sad nor do I want to go back/

U know rocks and leaves down the same path/

So why can't Walter Scott stroll down that/

Shit, that birkin back not tryin go broke selling bags/

Or that turn up till the moons looks like a circle of sand/

And I love that, but there are problems and we still haven't faced that/

Racists in a race where u can't keep up wit the times dead last/

Human titties and ass eyes and hands skin used as a mask/

Organs till god says that our time has passed/

So from an asexual stands don't go jockin each others glands/

Go ahead thou but for me at this time it doesn't attract u know man/

I've Reached Hippiedom/

Livin like Tom Sawyer, so I still play when there snakes in the mud/

Just don't drop the Taser /

Psychedelic Future but please don't shot me your laser/

Cause u know we matter /

Leave it to chance chance the rapper /