No resale by Erudite
• Written by Erudite
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Car, Weed, before Coffee, God we need a talk see,
I'm in awe, but this going awfully, then are we?
Driving or in the Car Seat? Do I, or do I not make a bar heat?
Do not even start please, heart locked, I dropped keys
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Between spots I hopped, jeez, tell me I ain't your top 3
You going to learn your lesson first Head Start C's
Car, Weed, she sending me hearts, not her love
That's why there's a spark, then a buzz,
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Then I'm lost in the fuzz, lightyears higher then them all just because
I climbed the canopy with the bud
Planned got nipped in the butt
Ship it to What? Tim-Buck-Two, Scars, like Simba's dude
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This hard knocking through, a door I closed, but know the truth
Know that I roll, down that rabbit-like hole
Stab as I go, scared of the dark, had me a knoll
Then a walk in the park, kick off with the start
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Hit marks with my darts, brushmarks of my arts
Depart as stark reminders, that this wasn't always the times' bruh
They Alarmed like Timers, Old-timers, old-dimes, girl, oh my
Didn't like what you found digging round there?
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What you, think I'd leave my shit around here?
They Alarmed like Timers, Old-timers, old-dimes, girl, oh my
I knew this whole time, thought my soul was lyin'
I was only kinda, sorta trying, sorta trialing,
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Mis-ordered silence, led to disordered high shit
I couldn't distort or disguise it, saw it, even in my eyelids
Car, Weed, This is part 3, not par 3, or a party, so parlay
Or part ways, or partake, in parked places, on our day
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Or dark places, heart cannot take it, fake shit, all gags
Jokes all wasted, chase it, that Oasis, catch up, or stall, lag
This it, but y'all tagged, like Academic focus
There ain't a stem in the whole script, this that dope bit
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Hocus pocus, when I poke this, Loci, with a Lotus
Know I noticed, go kids, go kids, go kids, take notes this
Smokeless, a perfect burn, degrees hotter then the perfect storm
Earthless form that this herb transform
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Use to have a spark, use to for them, now he run forlorn
A dragon born if I ever found the balls,
I say something will change, but I'll go stall
Sorry, I don't drive standard, so you can stick to yourself
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Cause I'd rather stick to my cells, been through that bitch known as hell
Maybe you heard, switch up the shelf, this life ain't swell
I bleed on the paper, my mind the quill,
I need now or laters, my mind isn't quelled
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I'm in need of a savior, or else I'll be felled
Instead I'll take a break, so sleep well
Consider this window shopping for retail, no resale
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Erudite
Member since August 25 2014