[Hook: Sample]
[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
Man I feel worthless, a good purchase
Abiding by the law, good purp and good purpose
I ain't perfect, nobody on this earth is
Sweeter than the cherry of a virgin
Got me out the loop like this cursive
Eyes blink, nervous, words slur lurkin a wordsmith
And the worst is, kinda perturbed bitch
If you ain't talking 'bout money I'm allergic
Six feet deep nigga where the dirt is
And bad bitches keep them guns inside they purses
The devil tongue got me sprung through these verses
If I'm the number one somethin' gotta surface
Grade school played a fool, did the math on it
Hella blind to these hoes so I passed on it
Show them titties girls put my autograph on it
Broken dreams dog, rappin' with a cast on it
Lyrical child of the indigo
Heathens pray to god, I'm only 'bout the literal
I can see your third eye, talk about a miracle
Take a walk in my shoes, most of you just tippy-toe
Time feelin' awesome engraved in my coffin
One whiff will make you pause, make you nauseous
Then I'm livin' proof ask Luke where the force is
Bury me a G, tailored suit lookin' gorgeous
Floorless, burn spliffs like I forfeit
Shut your eyes and enjoy the endorphins
Deep seas yuh, swimmin' with the dolphins
Back it up please proceed to move with caution
There's no facade, the zombies is the squad
Christian is the call but they never pray to god
If victory is war then we never met 'em
If you dancin' with the devil then I'm walkin' on the stars
[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
Man I feel worthless, a good purchase
Abiding by the law, good purp and good purpose
I ain't perfect, nobody on this earth is
Sweeter than the cherry of a virgin
Got me out the loop like this cursive
Eyes blink, nervous, words slur lurkin a wordsmith
And the worst is, kinda perturbed bitch
If you ain't talking 'bout money I'm allergic
Six feet deep nigga where the dirt is
And bad bitches keep them guns inside they purses
The devil tongue got me sprung through these verses
If I'm the number one somethin' gotta surface
Grade school played a fool, did the math on it
Hella blind to these hoes so I passed on it
Show them titties girls put my autograph on it
Broken dreams dog, rappin' with a cast on it
Lyrical child of the indigo
Heathens pray to god, I'm only 'bout the literal
I can see your third eye, talk about a miracle
Take a walk in my shoes, most of you just tippy-toe
Time feelin' awesome engraved in my coffin
One whiff will make you pause, make you nauseous
Then I'm livin' proof ask Luke where the force is
Bury me a G, tailored suit lookin' gorgeous
Floorless, burn spliffs like I forfeit
Shut your eyes and enjoy the endorphins
Deep seas yuh, swimmin' with the dolphins
Back it up please proceed to move with caution
There's no facade, the zombies is the squad
Christian is the call but they never pray to god
If victory is war then we never met 'em
If you dancin' with the devil then I'm walkin' on the stars
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