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neomadic - languid flowz lyrics

(intro)
i have contained my rage for as long as possible
but i shall unleash my fury upon you..
like the crashing of a thousand waves!
be gone, vile man! be gone from me!
a starter car, this car is a finisher car!
a transporter of gods! the golden god!
i am untethered and my rage knows no bounds!

(verse 1)
green ink on the parchment
weed stinks up the starship
jokingly toking thee
overly potent trees
hopelessly knowing that we lost all the stars then

front flipped off the front of the moon
landed on the sun and burned up like this doob
cause, thc helps me find the meaning of life
and jazzy beats help me find the meaning of mic
you see, i’ve been up scheming all night
coming up with the master plan so i can stop dreaming my life away

and live my dreams through the day time
juggle politics, p-ssy and weed all in the same line
d-mn, i guess, i’m just trying to say i’m a masterful sensei in the body of a young n-gg-, here to get sh-t.. f-ckin’ pop it like a gun trigger…

everybody freeze

(hook)
and drop your bodies to the pavement
check your skin and everybody rock it like some cave men

uh huh, but we’re really from the future
spittin’ timely sh-t that you’re really not used t’a

cause this is straight from the sp-ce ship
neomadic vibes leaving sober minds wasted

the beats drop, we blast off and get lost
writing ’till the early break of dawn, yes yes, y’all

(verse 2)
wandered out of my comfort zone
on to the home of lost souls
and don’ get the wrong habits, they inhabit this planet
but don’t belong. causing havoc and no p-ssion..
the balance went wrong

so now i’m thinking that i’ve got a mission
deeper than the lyrics, you can feel it, intuition
reefer blowing in the distance
cause we instant transmisson
to.. n-gg-s missing from the system, switchin’ up tradition

thc and that guinness, sippin’ ’till it’s finished
whole room spinnin’ but we just beginning
trippin’.. over what we don’t have, practicing.. being great full, but sh-t.. i’m still mad, i’m p-ssed off, my patience is paved off
so i’ll blast off in a sp-ce ship..
away from this fake sh-t of racism ‘n’ hatred
b–b jobs and face lifts
serving food for thought so tasty you ate the rhymes and the plate, b-tch

(hook)
and drop your bodies to the pavement
check your skin and everybody rock it like some cave men

uh huh, but we’re really from the future
spittin’ timely sh-t that you’re really not used t’a

cause this is straight from the sp-ce ship
neomadic vibes leaving sober minds wasted

the beats drop, we blast off and get lost
writing ’till the early break of dawn, yes yes, y’all

yes, yes, y’all (repeat to fade)

- neomadic lyrics

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