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julius myth - pure imagination lyrics

[hook]:
we gettin’ high off of pure imagination
i’m just gettin’ by off of pure imagination
shorty you could fly that’s just pure imagination
what what? pure imagination
we gettin’ high off of pure imagination
i’m just gettin’ by off of pure imagination
shorty you could fly that’s just pure imagination
what what? pure imagination

[verse one]:
runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ i hope my feet don’t fail me
chasin’ down my dreams, b-tch ain’t nothin’ you could tell me
that’s how the f-ck you start a verse off
hungry and i’m broke but i know people who are worse off
much worse off
know a couple people i currently would love to curse off
can’t afford god these days, how much do church cost?
hospitals filled up, yeah some milks spilled but
please god i’m begging you, don’t let ’em k!ll us
i wish i could live my nine lives twice
trying not to have no beef in my fried rice
as i roll up, roll up my vice
and please don’t try to tell me how to live my life
i try hard not to preach
and stay away from those i try hard not to reach
just let the shootin’ stars fill the sky
bumpin’ gloria g-ynor i will survive
off of pure imagination

[verse two]:
buildin’ antic-p-tion i was sure i had you waitin’
waitin’ for that uncut, that pure imagination
waitin’ for the come up
my music bring the sun up
thankful for a mom that care enough to bring her son up
but nowadays it’s like the world’s gone mad
girls gone wild, the milk in the cereal has gone bad
the imperial shogun
hand to hand, no gun
we sporty, these shawty’s, e-40 how they go dumb
lace my kicks up
fly makin’ hits
with a guy take some chicks
make up kisses for my guys
he-man, woman hater, b-tch i’m alfalfa
chillin’ with my darla
thrillin’ with nostalgia
now i check my high lights, imagine that
i remember like yesterday when i ain’t have a track
spittin’ in the cafeteria them battle raps
pure imagination, i’m bringin’ that battle axe
werf

[verse three]:
chicken at st. huberts
n-ggas know i do work
but i don’t need no dessert
that sh-t just make my tooth hurt
i be at penn station you can see me on that amtrack
put my cd in that d-mn plaque cause that’s platinum b-tch, i am that
half these n-ggas can’t rap
f-ck your sound scan stats
i ain’t scannin’ sounds, them hand me downs, n-gga stand back
look into my pockets when i jams stacks
right there is where i end it and right here is where your hands clap

- julius myth lyrics

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