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phiik - don quixote lyrics

[intro: lungs]
yo, yo, yo, check
yo, yo, yo, yo
one, two, one, two
what the f+ck is good man?
yo, yo, yo, yo

[verse 1: lungs]
ayo
the oil tycoon poisoned by a retired maid
confidential operation code+named: silent spade
if i ever have kids, i’ma love ‘em for exactly who they is like dwayne wade
rappers behind on bills talking sh+t online in the same stinky jay’s
the sh+t i lit smell like haze
a lot of cats should probably try and sober up like white claw gabe
komodo dragon trained in veganism and taught to graze
crunk music bumping in a drunken rage
southeast asian vacation unpaid
me and phiik had to spring into action
and rescue that middle school class in thailand from out that sunken cave
out in suffolk, italian kids head b+tting walls, all bumping cage
they parents upstairs f+cked up doing bumps to jimmy page
the streets unpaved
cbd glaze
jump out the maze
the plug can sell pretty much anything like billy mays
the southern wing chun start punching on ya rib cage
suburban moms crying, they kiddies going through a cig phase
h+ll raised, seldom fought the praise
if n+z+s start marching, pull up in the street and ensure the bums caught grenades
me and the plug’s shorty in a talking stage on aol for several days
pull up on the vamp kids in hot topic with curfews on school days and do ‘em like blade
detonate a nuke on stage
hip+hop fans from around the world stalking on my page
[verse 2: phiik]
yo, yo
omnivore eat the veggies, i’m bulbasaur with the lightbulb
popped in my head to stop smoking reggie
i was set betting on myself and lungs before i was ready
law of attraction jaw breaker, ed, edd ’n eddy
colors fly when i pop confetti
rap game petty, no shots fired, that’s why
this is not mom’s spaghetti
had to get ‘em out doubt
you double+checking for the record
my penship machete
i’ll shift the chevy reckless
sick heavy another planet on my necklace
everything sunny in philadelphia, not large in texas
this arch nemesis correction
everything starts to cl!ck when you see them dots connecting
drop, pass, interception
except when ricky kasso decide to show the weapon
last go for no shows i’m cold stepping
told you i was dead prepping the box, slept in alarm clocks
hard knocks a shock to my system like hot grabba spliffs off the wake up
grip lift cups like stanley
rob myself the flat understanding of a plan b
need this to work out like supplements, lifetime supply
apply pressure, prime example of trying to gamble and not setting bread aside
read the book, it said gimme mine
so i’m fine with 95 mile a minute, popeye spinach, thin line
gimmicks that wanna spit the image
used to be a dial tone, now we can’t stop counting digits
like hold on a minute, hold on a minute, hold on a minute

- phiik lyrics

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