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fanningsystems - bishop lyrics

today i stared this woman’s -ss ’till a bug flew in my mouth
told fare enforcement i left my tapcard in my wallet at my house
see my car used to jolt back and forth when i put it into drive
chopped the exhaust so it would drive but now the brakes just died
romanticized, narratives is just that, a narrative
cylcloptic singular optic hair locked up like a felon is
felt the sh-ts like murs and slug when they get together on some anthony davis type beat
i’m just tryna live life whatever
ayo word up
these dreams astronaut dope fiend high from mother earths stretch mark surface, i emergeth with pink eye
what it be e63 high speeds bus shots at rap police out of vacuum
intergalactic my verses hold weight in zero gravity
happily one of none swimmin laps round the lochness
in 2015 don’t ask why my favorite sport was the shoplift
the boost, the jukes, the keep the car running sh-t
fell off the sacred path then came back up, right from under it

birds of the same feather flock together to evade tricks
under the same sun light shines thru the courvoisier fifth (sp-wn a warm oaky tint)
as one silver phoenix leaves another one follows
a dry splash, from the bottle that’s hollow
sometimes our thoughts truly get the best of us
here take this, go and ask that cop for direc-

pushing goofy with an old e, fourty, through traffic
the years 2013 so its gl-ss not plastic
run ya pockets with a cracked screen smartphone that ain’t that smart tho
plus a wallet with three stolen cigs, my mom’s light marlboro
mad static, kept the inhaler, slightly asthmatic and hectic
a new low like the slave masters pendant around ya necklace
ya get it?
that’s right, i’ll take a sh-t any chance i have
and suck t-tties and bomb toes like 4 week old baby lamb
eatin’ yams, lentils, all of that
sip a dos equis tallacan
with a bag of limes from the fruit vendor and a fresh a braid of challah bread
holla fam where you at
oh heaven, yeah that’s gracious
whatchu doing over though, registering cars without the registration
see i’m a feral cat
from the warm place where you burn forever
calico blue lynx matte
to h-ll and back
be my endeavors

watchu need, watchu need good people
i got cop pellets here
bonafide lapd, anaheim pd, sdpd
uh any pd
you want em? i got em
got em by the lots, got lots of em
uhh the lapd cop pellets
got some imported cop pellets, nypd, ontario police department
anything you could imagine
all the variables
turned off body cameras, entrapment, racism, h-m-phobia, islamophobia
we got corruption, we gotchya busted up wrists and missing miranda rights to undermine ya const-tutional rights
snitches, informants, we got crackheads, rude secretary hoes with the snarky remarks, sh-tty public defenders, police sympathizers and no justice rendered
we got a pipeline thru syria and our school system

- fanningsystems lyrics

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