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marcus ybarra - blast lyrics

[intro]
see i want you, to take a trip inside of my mind, but you’re gonna need a whole lot of lsd for that
i’m looking at the floors and i see water, i look at the walls and i see them melt

[verse 1]
i got the key now my 3rd eye is open
and i talked to god he told me i was chosen
the floor look like oceans, i flow like the ocean
and i got the juice, but i call it the potion
when i move my arm it’s six of em in motion
i hop in the muh f-cking cadi i’m floating
then i road trip out to cali i’m smoking
while all of you sleeping, i’m grinding and going
i am the king, and yo queen’ll get jacked
i got the candy, i call it a snack
and i look at the pictures they all looking back
b-tch i be tweaking i feel like the flash
yo b-tch gone love me as soon as we smash
but she don’t get nothing but roaches and ash
and momma was tripping i wasn’t good at math
but i was i just didn’t never learn to subtract

[chorus]
and if you wanna take a trip f-ck with me have a blast
you can keep your b-tch i just wanted some -ss
you mother f-ckers broke gone and get you a cast
and if you wanna take a trip f-ck wit me have blast

[verse 2]
i take me another, another i’m tripping
i look at muh-f-cking walls and they dripping
i call up ak and he roll up a zip
and i smoke until i disappear, no magician
i’m turning up i got the juice on my candy
and i got the hoes so that sh-t comes in handy
i walked round ocean, my red bottoms sandy
last week i poured up 8 4’s like i was randy
you can’t live this life cuz this sh-t is too crazy
i don’t really say too much, unless you pay me
all i do is work work, i’m never lazy
and, all she do is twerk twerk, let’s make a baby
i don’t really want kids, til i’m richer
f in art cl-ss, painted bigger pictures
h-lla lean, had to throw it in a pitcher
she asked me to l!ck her, so i had to switch her
[chorus]
and if you wanna take a trip f-ck with me have a blast
you can keep your b-tch i just wanted some -ss
you mother f-ckers broke gone and get you a cast
and if you wanna take a trip f-ck wit me have blast

[verse 3]
i’m the king of everything i’ma god
when i walk in the building they stand and applaud
i f-ck b-tches, get money, it’s part of my job
it’s the rockstar life b-tch we turnt up like a kn-b
i buy clothes on vacation to lazy to pack
i just hopped out the rarri , engine in the back
and i love that b-tch lucy she stay in my back
b-tch im rolling, off flats, triple stacks, where its at
my reefer, is louder than speakers, it’s ether
i wake up a student, then sleep as a teacher
if i wasn’t rapping, i’d end up a preacher
i don’t need the money, i don’t need a feature
these muh f-ckers keep getting weaker and weaker
i’m running the game, while you sit in the bleachers
been talking the god, since i talked to the reaper
go deeper and deeper, turn her to a creature

- marcus ybarra lyrics

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