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I burned too many Brain Cells down To be worried bout my Brain Cells Now [x4]
Here's a tab of acid for your ear You're the plastic, I'm the passion and the magic in the air The flabbergasted avalanche of ambulances near The labyrinth of Pan's Lab is adamantly here No assignments, book of rhyming and I'm drawing doodles I should rhyme rhyme with Ramen Noodles Ramadan, I'm the don of the diamond jewels Fond of finding a way to kindly tell these toddlers toodles I'm a kamikaze and I'm a kinda cuckoo I could write a fucking book, non kamasutral You niggas goofies since a conflict that is kinda crucial Caught you on the 9 in all blue yelling I'm a neutral But I'm a let the bull pass like matadors Versus a Minotaur Verse is a metaphor
A metamorphoses and I'm a fuckin animorph I used to go to school with Anna Fedele & Danny Whorf Remember I used to bang with bad ones 'Til my grandmama told on her grandson Mama said that I was way too handsome To be throwing the hand's son" Breaking Walls like Samson But I'm a throw a tantrum 'Til I'm on Every Samsung Sanyo, and Handheld and Handgun
Please Put ya lighter's up 'Til life is up And light it up And slice a cut The night is young It's nice enough The nicest blunt The nicest stuff My niggas out here trapping a lot I know you think you on Hiding Reggie sacks in your socks I hang with niggas, whole jab in the jock .4's for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot Only to goofies tho, choking on a doobie though My eyes do be low, two be rolled Remember days of the Rufio Remember the Days of Chan-Man and the Skeeter Man Brrrang Dang to Lil' B And Bang a Rang to Peter Pan
Light a joint Or spliff it if you classy Split a swisha witcha nigga If you ask me Ain't no questions hit it vividly and pass me Don't answer about your problems Or your issues or your Ashleys It's a quarter to imminent, ten minutes to infinite Rims, Henny, and reminisce Nostalgia and M&M's Cinnamon tone women and Feminine's getting intimate All broads is frivolous Homies could get they dividends Damn, is he illiterate, literal syndicate Illegitimate, idiot, gangbanger affiliate Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit Man fuck this shit
Letra de Brain Cells
I burned too many Brain Cells down To be worried bout my Brain Cells Now [x4]
Here's a tab of acid for your ear You're the plastic, I'm the passion and the magic in the air The flabbergasted avalanche of ambulances near The labyrinth of Pan's Lab is adamantly here No assignments, book of rhyming and I'm drawing doodles I should rhyme rhyme with Ramen Noodles Ramadan, I'm the don of the diamond jewels Fond of finding a way to kindly tell these toddlers toodles I'm a kamikaze and I'm a kinda cuckoo I could write a fucking book, non kamasutral You niggas goofies since a conflict that is kinda crucial Caught you on the 9 in all blue yelling I'm a neutral But I'm a let the bull pass like matadors Versus a Minotaur Verse is a metaphor
A metamorphoses and I'm a fuckin animorph I used to go to school with Anna Fedele & Danny Whorf Remember I used to bang with bad ones 'Til my grandmama told on her grandson Mama said that I was way too handsome To be throwing the hand's son" Breaking Walls like Samson But I'm a throw a tantrum 'Til I'm on Every Samsung Sanyo, and Handheld and Handgun
Please Put ya lighter's up 'Til life is up And light it up And slice a cut The night is young It's nice enough The nicest blunt The nicest stuff My niggas out here trapping a lot I know you think you on Hiding Reggie sacks in your socks I hang with niggas, whole jab in the jock .4's for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot Only to goofies tho, choking on a doobie though My eyes do be low, two be rolled Remember days of the Rufio Remember the Days of Chan-Man and the Skeeter Man Brrrang Dang to Lil' B And Bang a Rang to Peter Pan
Light a joint Or spliff it if you classy Split a swisha witcha nigga If you ask me Ain't no questions hit it vividly and pass me Don't answer about your problems Or your issues or your Ashleys It's a quarter to imminent, ten minutes to infinite Rims, Henny, and reminisce Nostalgia and M&M's Cinnamon tone women and Feminine's getting intimate All broads is frivolous Homies could get they dividends Damn, is he illiterate, literal syndicate Illegitimate, idiot, gangbanger affiliate Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit Man fuck this shit