Peculiar.

Cut the lights, close the blinds

Cut the lights, close the blinds

How peculiar?

How peculiar?

Cut the lights off

 

How peculiar? It's as if the whole world isn't moving

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Is it me? Bitch nah

How peculiar? It's as if the whole world isn't moving

Are you feeling what I’m feeling

Is it serious? Bitch nah, nah

 

Yeah, I love her hair, I love her flavor

She just waiting on a homie to save her

She was waiting on a homie to chase her

And when my homies not around, I probably will face her

She look so small and mouth so loud

She stuck sometimes, but that's her style

And whenever I'm in another bitches town I browse and look around til that pretty bitch found

Cali girl, she came from the Eastside

And I'm from the Westside

And all I smoke is the medical

And all I smoke is the medical

Let a fool drink, let a fool smoke

Let 'em do shrooms, let 'em do coke

Bitches on pills, birds got gills

Fish got wings, snakes on feet

Everybody say, everybody say "cut your fucking grass"

'cause everybody say

 

How peculiar? It's as if the whole world isn't moving

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Is it me? Bitch nah

How peculiar? It's as if the whole world isn't moving

Are you feeling what I’m feeling

Is it serious? Bitch nah, nah

 

"My verses are impetuous, my rhymes impregnable

I want to eat your children."

"—eat your children."