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lucid dreams - fat lady lyrics

i was born high
hated on by the stork, i was born fly
came out the womb spittin’ war cries
1 with the mic no 23 or 45
sharper than your knive
no distractions, more drive than tour guides
they rubberneckin’, i’m rollin’ blunts & steppin’
so while you talk about that bullsh-t i’m done addressin’
i’m zoning out tryna rank who got the dumbest questions
truth be told they all are stupid as sh-t
got a brain but you ain’t using that sh-t
that makes you useless as sh-t
like you were blew by ya boo in a whip
you gotta keep on moving forward, don’t start losing ya grip
man i’ma flip that case the cue didn’t cl1ck
you could view it like music if you screw up a l1ck
you’d still be cool if you stayed calm and moved from it quick
but if you didn’t then they’d boo you like dude you should quit

but that ain’t where i’m at baby
catch up or keep staring at my back baby
this mundane sh-t just make me wanna act crazy
never gon’ stop, i ain’t f-cking with the fat lady
lace up your sneakers and raise up your speakers
lace up your sneakers and raise up your speakers
lace up your sneakers and raise up your speakers
lace up your sneakers and raise up your speakers

steady with my palms
if that man starts complaining then i bet he in the wrong
it’s a reefer party got confetti in the bong
i be plugged into cali and the energy is strong
change the subject —
i used to be an ugly duckling
but your boo just told me “make me yours”
so i’m guessing that your bettye is a swan
she lost herself & threw the deuce up like spaghetti from ya moms
d-mn look how sh-t switches
i had to give her d cause the kid vishis
she went and stripped my knickers like i’m bill bridges
we l1cked swishers, didn’t switch digits
man she still stricken
i’m a lil’ tipsy but i’m still sippin’
burn that bud a lil’ harder boy it’s still hittin’
i’m starting to think that my saliva takes salvia
cause every time i spit man i swear my grill trippin’
my gums go numb my tongue dumbs out
if son tests me i dot son out
i know who i am, ain’t got one doubt
so you ain’t finna stop me ‘less you go and pull them guns out

but that ain’t where i’m at baby
catch up or keep staring at my back baby
this mundane sh-t just make me wanna act crazy
never gon’ stop, i ain’t f-cking with the fat lady

- lucid dreams lyrics

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