String Cheese
Step Brothers
These are age times, these are fine wines
Let's take it all back to the top
These are grapevines
These are space rhymes, this is Slow Flow
I'd kick a rhyme about space
And probably never go though
Probably never no-show
Once a day they said and if I did
Probably be the shit that
I'd be forever regretting
You chop confetti all down to smaller pieces
1999, party down for all releases
Started with the thesis then I
End with the conclusion
Order is irrelevant, the purpose is confusion
Using my illusion seeing backdrops of pyro
Tons of marijuana packaged up inside a silo
I was thinking 'bout my rivals and
Forgot that I had none
Peaceful shit is dead to me
To me I'm trying to add one
Sniper with the bad gun, AR and the Magnum
Rifle and a condom, bullet that'll tag 'em
Carve headstones, throw on the headphones
Rewind it back to the top, I write gemstones
Orchestrations that end with a crescendo
Imitations, oregano, pretendo
Not that deal, I'm fly on my bicycle wheel
Time to kill, roll to Venice Beach and
Throw around the peel
Rope down a whale, sun shining
Boats out to sail
I'm a little too close to success now to fail
So ride with me on this journey
I'm on my Worthy, coast to coast
Big game James, throw on a derby
California corazon, that's love
I lay in the cut like cortisone
Written by: ALAN MAMAN, Composer/Author Unknown, MICHAEL PERRETTALyrics © Royalty NetworkLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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