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the psychedelic tribe - lost mind$ think alike lyrics

[verse 1: black august]
the beast got a belly and we in it
deep inside intestines
i can’t stomach what they feed us
see they treat me as a fool
like my brain size of fetus
i’m a modern day slave
mr. five dollar had freed us (nah)
i know they don’t need us (yah)
i know they don’t need us (yah)
things will never be the same
unless i’m dead in the grave
will it be a homicide
or accidental suicide
hoping it’s not genocide
i’m praying up to
g o d
save me from the c o p

[verse 2: bummy drew]
shifting gears through the galaxy
come thru my sp-ceship
you and i will intertwine
like a ribbon on a gift
when you looking at me
i feel as if my life is complete
no defeat in my zone
you the type i bring back home
meet my mama and my dad
you the one
you know you chosen
overdosing on affection
that you giving me
pull up in a two seater with the heat
not talking weapons talking bout the woman to my right
in the p-ssenger
yeah

[verse 3: cyber]
back and forth in my mind
yeah you know on my grind
shining with a goddess
but i know i’m on my adventure time
tpt
that’s name
tearing up the f-cking game
switching sp-ce lanes
blowing up like the death star
pull up with the light saber
slice n’ dice between ya girls thigh
got your girl saying
“i’m her life saver”
cyber is the name
you know i got the beats
trained by the jedi way
light side
the right side

[verse 4: ill will]
all praises due to allah
the prophets are being told
that tpt blowing up we going outta control
my n-gga we on a roll
my n-gga we on a roll
my n-gga we on a
uh
yeah
uh
nights like this
i’m alright like this
roll one then you light that bish
swisha on the floor but i ain’t talking bout no tyo
talk about that tko
talk about that a l i
talk about that 3rd eye vision oh my god i am so fly

[verse 5: richy]
up in the night
we finna get turnt
up in the hills
we finna get burnt
1 in the morning the temperatures low
psychedelic and you already know
making sins that just don’t forgive
might go to h-ll if i do not live
tell lucy i want that black -ss benz
no pen or paper just hand it in
pull up in a all black beamer flexin’ on these hoes
blastin’ s u i c i d e i think i have no soul
hotter than a lava pit yeah that’s all of my flows
catch me sittin on my f-cking thrown
yeah, yeah

[verse 6: haze]
uh
i said it must be the drugs that got us thinking crazy sh-t
i sit and write these lyrics smoking blunts inside my mommas whip
i got nothing to lose i sit and take in the booze
i’m letting toxic in my blood so i just let the flow ooze
i got money for days and i still ain’t got no change for you
i came to do just what i do and you showed up to change the truth
i sit and laugh at rappers out here thinking they got compet-tion
sit and do your thang but just don’t f-ck around with my redemption
b-tch

- the psychedelic tribe lyrics

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