Astasis EXOCIETY (Ft. Kill Bill: The Rapper, Rav & Scuare)
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[Intro: Rav]
Dick out!
[Verse 1: Rav]
I've been in survival mode for a minute now
My O2 tank starting to diminish
I feel so distant when I get so close
Guess I get so high not to get so low, oh
What do I need? Man, who is to say?
Spark up fine weed just to move out my way
I don't trust myself to maneuver these days
Bring the eye to the front and lock my doom in a cage
Yeah, I'm a bummer still
Bummerville, population: me, blunts and L's
I approach life like I'm in imminent danger
Then say too much; I'm an intimate stranger
Identity crisis, body dysmorphia
I think I died last year; this my memorial
Yeah, you know shit don't change
Blowing smoke out in O's 'til I blow out my brains (Bluh-bluh-bluh!)
[Verse 2: Kill Bill: The Rapper]
Hard drives always fail
Bound to their mеchanics
Lost my car keys, fucked around, and found Atlantis
Set a togglе for the damage; not a fan of friendly fire
Bomb squad alumnus; who been scrambling the wires?
I got eggs in the microwave, syrup in the Faygo
I'm mad stitches didn't toss a bird up in my face though
One day I'll snap and trade my house for a Winnebago
I think I'm Ivan Drago; if he dies, he dies
Eyes redder than Kano in his blindest eye
You the type to say Joe Rogan is my type of guy
M'kay, okay, cool; whatever, I guess
As long as boats float ass and the water kissing pink
Boy, I'm Slowpoke
Vodka shot, coke flow, this mom and pop pizza slice
I don't mean to showboat, but off the top, I speak to Christ
A little bit of body in the pen's felt
Blowing by you, speed of sound, I make sure this wind's felt
(Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
Dick out!
[Verse 1: Rav]
I've been in survival mode for a minute now
My O2 tank starting to diminish
I feel so distant when I get so close
Guess I get so high not to get so low, oh
What do I need? Man, who is to say?
Spark up fine weed just to move out my way
I don't trust myself to maneuver these days
Bring the eye to the front and lock my doom in a cage
Yeah, I'm a bummer still
Bummerville, population: me, blunts and L's
I approach life like I'm in imminent danger
Then say too much; I'm an intimate stranger
Identity crisis, body dysmorphia
I think I died last year; this my memorial
Yeah, you know shit don't change
Blowing smoke out in O's 'til I blow out my brains (Bluh-bluh-bluh!)
[Verse 2: Kill Bill: The Rapper]
Hard drives always fail
Bound to their mеchanics
Lost my car keys, fucked around, and found Atlantis
Set a togglе for the damage; not a fan of friendly fire
Bomb squad alumnus; who been scrambling the wires?
I got eggs in the microwave, syrup in the Faygo
I'm mad stitches didn't toss a bird up in my face though
One day I'll snap and trade my house for a Winnebago
I think I'm Ivan Drago; if he dies, he dies
Eyes redder than Kano in his blindest eye
You the type to say Joe Rogan is my type of guy
M'kay, okay, cool; whatever, I guess
As long as boats float ass and the water kissing pink
Boy, I'm Slowpoke
Vodka shot, coke flow, this mom and pop pizza slice
I don't mean to showboat, but off the top, I speak to Christ
A little bit of body in the pen's felt
Blowing by you, speed of sound, I make sure this wind's felt
(Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
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