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travesty burbank$ - buttcheeks (remix) lyrics

[intro]
life is really just a game
are you even trying to win?
travesty show airs ‪4/20/2018‬, check that sh-t out
higherhippie on the track track track

[verse 1]
man my intention is just altering dimensions
hold up wait, did i mention that you’re looking like a chin-chin?
boy, if you is just a hater please go mind your f-ckin’ business
i’m just tryin to change the world—you stay focused on some kid sh-t
i feel like i’m broken, me and music are elopin’
i guess you can keep the hopin’, every single step is chosen (chosen)
dissonance is set in motion, what if disney isn’t frozen
immanence inside a trojan, these are spirits i’m evokin’ (-vokin’)
buy some clout with special tokens, y’all are snowed in whistle blowin’
got me feelin like i’m goku, i guess that would make you goten
you seem so afraid to make it, i just wish that you would go in
how’d your chakras get so out of line? third eye isn’t open
i got shatter dabs and pretty flowers, what the f-ck you smokin’?
you can make your dreams reality you just need lots of focus
i might hit you with fatality, i guess your soul was stolen
no promotion, i remain outspoken, blow up like explosion
no corrosion, where is your devotion? let’s make some commotion
now i see why he didn’t rap on this beat
speakers knockin, guess your head is throbbing—take some ibuprofen
locomotion interwoven with the hemoglobin
purple people eaters—we so minnesotan

[hook]
i been making music, ready for the kickback
i’m not taking breaks, i’m not f-cking with no kit kats
people talking sh-t, i’m like, “really, who does that?”
i might f-ck your b-tch, then i tell her take the bus back
i been making music, ready for the kickback
i’m not taking breaks, i’m not f-cking with no kit kats
people talking sh-t, i’m like, “really, who does that?”
i might f-ck your b-tch, then i tell her take the bus back

[verse 2]
that’s kunta kinte with a new -ssistant and a newer sensei (new, new)
and the noose is looser, and the youth is lucid, give a hip and hooray (hoo-rah)
write a hit in two hours
with the pen i’m monet
i could give you all day
and you would throw it away
(throw that sh-t away lil’ b-tch)
all i really know though, that i’m here to stay-stay
if you like my music you look the other way-way
all i really know though, that i’m here to stay-stay
if you don’t like my music, you look the other way-way
i got hoes to move on, things to improve on
think that it’s time that i write me a new song
you still a broke b-tch eat with a groupon
yeah, eat with a groupon
i been spittin at the open mic (open mic, y’all)
i been spittin with a broken mic (broken mic, y’all)
catching confidence like every night (every night, y’all)
the dali lama sitting in my sprite  (in my sprite? what?)

[outro]
what? for real, i’m wise

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