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14 trapdoors – ain’t right lyrics

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wza verse:
chiefin’ on a seneca/ got the scent of god/
my mom tellin’ me to get a job/
but i smoke too much indica/
and do bumps off the end of cards/
i like girls that’s into art/
man, why won’t my engine start/
put too much money in this car/
makes me wish i was a minotaur/
life is like a box of chocolates/
dat you shoplift/ and if u get caught with/
you gotta summon johnnie cochran/
i’m on a stairway to heaven watch me ollie off it/
or sled down like macaulay culkin/
my mind free, olly oxen/
i’ll breath all the oxygen/
take ice tea and put molly rocks in/
i’m spike lee and danny partridge/
eaten xanny barz b-tch/
and dat sh-t ain’t right/
told y’all i been feelin’ weird lately, man…

gurlface hook:
ain’t right/
thoughts that i’m having ain’t right/
world around me ain’t right/
tell me, tell me i’m right/
4x

bendyface verse:
i smoke cigs then i got taller
i’m best friends with a pot farmer
get fronted bags i got good karma
my growth is stunted if the cops is on us
acid trips with the dalai lama
i’m prolly coppin a molly rock, i should prolly stop but i don’t wanna
i’m only social if my mind is altered
started life in a petri dish
i’m an experiment of illegal sh-t
i need a pair of lips on a needy b-tch
i’m not a human i’m a theory kid
i’m either on a mission or omniscient
big ol blunt got my chakras twitchin
crooked back so my posture different
finesse a script if my doctor wit it
this pot to p-ss in’s gotta dollar in it
n this plastic baggies got knowledge in it
life is cool till a comet hits it
turn writin words to an honest livin
n i fight the urge to stay in plain sight
cuz i ain’t got a gun but they might
i won’t feel my face if the caine nice
bet it’s safe to say that i ain’t right, nah

gurlface hook:
ain’t right/
thoughts that i’m having ain’t right/
world around me ain’t right/
tell me, tell me i’m right/
4x

short moscato verse:
living and living so trifle
spitting this sh-t ima rifle
licking, tongue kissing a psycho
sick of the cycles
rip on the bible
walk on the moon
upon my arrival, caught in a flood of the wickedest villains
since sin was invented by britain and written
a symptom of sickness afflicting the victims
hear jiminy crickets?
i don’t hear a peep
sh-t…what floats your boat don’t make no fleet
destiny keeps texting me, all she gone get back is a read receipt
b-tch you dead to me
you want me to do it, show it and prove it
musical movement
rubical cube, playing with movement
umbilical cord, my sh-t like food and
conducive to human confusion, woooo
evolution or retribution
i’m steady losing, heavy boozing
confetti falling i’m fetty woppin
like my iris white, china white
live pirate life i’m high tonight
go fly a kite or fly a kite to the guys inside
25 to life, it’s slammin

gurlface hook:
ain’t right/
thoughts that i’m having ain’t right/
world around me ain’t right/
tell me, tell me i’m right/
4x