… dark shadows on the wall
I construct these flows …
Double-X-V-I-I-O …
Livin life double-X-V-I-I-O
Club lights paint a scene
Where the rhythm and roll
Don’t stop with your body
Penetrate your soul, there’s
A reason mama told yah not
To rock & roll …
WZRD coat as i step on the scene
Ppl makin weird faces a là Mr. Bean
PF honies know i’m Flyin
Cuz i’m twistin that green
Word to Abe, I ain’t lyin
See these eyes, they BLEED>…
I just sit here in the dark
And construct these flows, hey
Neon signs crack // shimmer
In a spastic glow, yeah
Dark shadows on the wall
I construct these flows
Prince of the darkness
This the life i chose
Eyes closed in the darkness
I construct these flows
Flippin every single bit
Like a madman tho’
Jimi hendrix on the mind
Couple years to go
Get more potted than Potter
I’m the cutest punk rocker
Super serious i’m out here
Dodging bludgers & bloggers
Makin hella sad sh#t, f#ck i know
It’s macabre, prolly live to XXVII
Straight to D.J.’s locker …
DOPE, swerving down telegraph
Bronco needin hella gas
Homies loaded up, zero guns
Just be hella ash
And i popped an edible
I’m feelin real in credible
Scotty-boy-type-dash rubbin leather wool
Well, i don’t really drink
But i might just splash
If the homies line em up, thinkin
I might pass, caught a tall-ass-shorty
Drift by, smell grass, so i stepped into
Her path, leaned close, said ‘JAZZ’
Can’t you feel this jazz, girl?
Don’t you want this jazz, girl?
… so I stepped into her path
Leaned close, said ‘JAZZ’
Hands up, drinks up, XXVII
Pour up, pour up, XXVII, hey
Hands up, drinks up, XXVII
Pour up, pour up, XXVII, hey
Hands up, drinks up, XXVII
Pour up, pour up, XXVII, hey
Dark shadows on the walls
I construct these flows
Imma live to XXVII
Way past XXVII
I be drownin in the duende
Drownin in the duende
Hands up, drinks up, XXVII
Pour up, pour up, XXVII, hey
Hands up, drinks up, XXVII
Pour up, pour up, XXVII, hey
Hands up, drinks up, XXVII
Pour up, pour up, XXVII, hey
… that’s that JAZZ …
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