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smiles the grinner - potpourri. lyrics

intro:

shouts out to god..
the son, and the spirit…
and the holy ghost..
so on, so forth

i can’t believe it, the things i’d be achieving
if i didn’t spend my leisure time chiefing on tons of reefer
im gone, please tell my momma i’m sorry
didn’t amount to not much
be on that couch around dusk
puffing that pound to knock out
having money settled seemed to be the better end
and not through middle men who’s keeping the embezzlement
i’m trying to ball up with my friends and have the evidence
you see it in the chains, and all the whips that we’d be revving in
and that’s a hope for me, but you’re too slow to see
the rose im pleading for is my ingredient for potpourri
i mix it with the spoils of life inside my grocery
and you can smell it far and wide, don’t get too close to me
don’t get too close to me, i pull professor oglevee’s
i run from what’s been holding me if i feel it all over me
i’ve never had a clover leaf, i’ve never got to hold at least one
son, now i’m getting all drunk and all disorderly

and all i’ve got is questions to ask you
and all i’ve got is questions to ask you
and all i’ve got is questions to ask you
and all i’ve got is questions to ask you

why i was born so lethargic?
why i was born round the violence?
why i was born so about it?
why i was scorned by the whitest?
why i was lured by the music?
why i matured around nine+ish?
why i was bored with my future way before i even got it?
why my whole life be exciting?
why my whole life be a riot?
why i try dying three times and i ain’t hear you in silence?
why you ain’t send through the guidance?
why you ain’t meant to decide it?
why you essential with hiding?
tell me i’m meant to do finer

and all i’ve got is questions to ask you
and all i’ve got is questions to ask you
and all i’ve got is questions to ask you
and all i’ve got is questions to ask you

outro:

“wooo, snug as a bug. check it out dude
this is my god station, g + o+ o + d, god
yeah, i heard when people trip they like
talk to god or whatever.. i wonder if god’s
a chick dude.. big titties..
big ol’ god titties!! but like, with the
utmost respect. i also made a list of questions
he’s probably gonna wanna ask me..”

“yeah, like how many girls have you slept with?”

“woah, you think you’re god bro?
you’re not god bro, you can’t ask me that.”

“sorry.”

- smiles the grinner lyrics

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