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lb swan - canis minor lyrics

[lb]
i’m invisible to anyone tryna scheme
they can’t sense his presence
black aura achieved
i see through every crevice
protected by 4d beings
they tell the man slow down
he don’t know what slow means

let’s bring it down
y’all rooted
i’m at the crown
she coming through my spot
i got the loudest in the town

red louie backpack
weed soggy
ac pack
roll it up
p-ss that
in
canis major
what’s a hater
all my haters
they just waiters
waiting on me
they think i’m savior
they be picture’n me playing in they hair
i’m somewhere lavish
racist stares
somewhere lavish
no more cares
somewhere lavish
whole team is here
you rocking js
and wrinkled tees
this triple ms
angora hair
always on the bus
have a spot
not really there
i’m always on the bus
meeting money
i can hear your fear

no kids
just me and the miss
only comes on a wave
only seen in the mist
we let go
the truth don’t exist
i met her on the road
my heart is where her throne sits
a shadow in a image
a fiction in a fiction
she says no names no friction
i said no games no victims
there’s always a victim
self loathing the symptom
they think i’m nino brown account
the way i count it
on the counter
stove top
we whippin
dirty sprite
bet
we sippin
high rise
sleeping under my bed
no harry potter
bet i turn merlin if they come from my head
never that though
they need a samaus suit just to visit my plateau
plato how i shape this plane like playdough
rearranging the fake
mr potato
buzz light years ahead
y’all still in the cradle
in your local soup line
i’m across the street
handing out bagels
y’all drooling
jaw hanging for the ladle
sh-t i toss one to you
i’m seeing all angles
720 degrees
you don’t go school for these
i been told you
you gotta train
in temples
inside of leaves
you gotta kickbox the ether
do chin ups on saturn’s rings

chinese food joint but it’s ran by my vatos
type to always have tequila in they water bottle
casted for a tv series
hope they k!ll me off
hawaii collecting residuals
el be 2 pac
plotting on my second glock
i got the second hand afraid to tock
it saw tick p-ss me off we the hard talk
it saw tick bleeding out on the hardtop
it saw tick closed casket
shame
he was a heart throb

lao tzu
i mirror you
dodging traps
chasing loot
only mystic
in your college room
just like walt whitman
merkabahs
anhks too
get sn-tched for your shoes
walked out the house
you was feeling too cool
the hungry; them monsters
they praying on you
i’m not on the streets
i’m hand feeding monsoons
karmasutura with the future
black suit and cufflinks
b-tch mouthing off
she don’t think her sh-t stink
probably made excuses
i f-ckd her on the sink
living in a compound,but i ain’t got no sentence
y’all got sweet speak, you should probably see a dentist

he open up his mouth
and you swear you see a star
he open up his mouth
twinkle twinkle
you in awe
far as thots go
i swear i done had em all
tired of the sh-t
but i’m headed to the bar

i’m tired of the sh-t
tap dancing on a cop car
shirt open
grill in
flexing like a czar

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