eGo the Blunted Shaman

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Trazadone by the handful,
By the landfill, I'm take it,
Don't wake me up, Inceptions perspective,
So I fake it,
I'm here to see your mom naked,
Watch her bring home the bacon,
Then turn her around, eat her out, blow smoke and get faced,
I got baggage by the claim,
Please don't remember my name,
Its easier in court if you can't remember that day,
Its easier to abort if you never gave it a name,
And it's easier to snort if it's comin thru a green face,
My knuckles scarred, my wrists scarred, no worries my face still pretty,
I'm good man, I just live on earth, got that herb come fuck with me,
I'm a Bobby lookin for Whitney,
A scoundrel, a no good nick,
Giving STDs to hood chicks,
Fall asleep and steal a kidney,
Cruise through my city,
Boozed hand to hands on LVT,
OE on an IV, Angel dust I feel mighty,
Ima sightsee, stabbings at the gas station,
I just want Slurpee,
Sycamore School road where I used cop purple, go and burn trees,
Learn my letters, gettin wordy,
Rose from concrete, beautifully sturdy,
Immortal shaman,
Dare you to hurt me,
Ghost dance to vintage dirty,
Keystone 30s graduation,
Franzia and Sunny D Mimosas,
Poverty tastes amazing,
Why would I ever wanna change it?
 
[Hook]
I'm
Washed up.and I ain't even twenty five,
Smoke and shoot an.eigth a day just to.keep myself,
And I ride, through these dirty streets where I reside,
Hanging out the side and I'm.screaming fuck you!
 
 
Hands out cuz the empty,
No handouts, Ima man now,
So mami come.fuck.with me,
Bring them pants down and lemme dance now
Welcome.to my.city,
Lemme give you the tour of my backseat,
Glad you finally came through let albino biggie give you hickeys,
Giant grizzly,
He be mackin slickly,
Gettin money out back of Fuzzy's,
Burning herb out where it's sunny,
Cops hunting, the evil builds,
Self control, not the needle kills,
Reappear, smell the daffodils
Dattebayo, Stack pesos,
Do what I say when I pay ho,
Lay low, spread eagle and I don't wanna see your face ho,
Til I leave And press ignore on your face ho,
I can't stick.around.baby I've got get up go and.make.dough.
Annihilate the fake prose,
Pen gold, stay home,
Acapulco in my nose,
Then Ima snort up Nicaraga,
Call his sponsor the Light skinned monster,
Walks the land, newly freed from hell,
Sulphur rising, I hate the smell,
Exile, turn off my cell, tie off in the hotel,
I'm almost there save me from my fucking self.
 
[Hook]
cuz I'm,
Washed up.and I ain't even twenty five,
Smoke and shoot an.eigth a day just to.keep myself,
And I ride, through these dirty streets where I reside,
Hanging out the side and I'm.screaming fuck you!

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