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Garden State native back of my head faded
Underneath the hairline is where i get creative
I intertwine these lines till they looking like they braided
Thinking bout the cake like everyday is my belated
Birthday that i never celebrated and waited
Til i could blow the candles out
Ima get the sandals out i keep it at a high temp
Wonder where my mind went
Hasn’t been a year still i wonder where the time went
I just wish i was a clock stopper
Wish my life was never ending like a gobstopper
But my flavor never run out
I keep them rappers nervous like a nigga got a gun out
But they committin suicide before this even comes out
Fuck it lets do it live pull the drums out
One two gotta do a mic check
The flow might drown they ass they need a life vest
I let em float on, modest mouse
Im makin self proclamations as the hottest out
So i advise you not to test me
Better have a stamp if you wanna address me
Its mr. harrison to you better say it right
If i see ya chick out she’ll probably stay the night
Ima lay the pipe like a plumber do
I got it all fall winter spring and the summer too
I ain’t quite there but i made a couple moves
My paper getting stretched like the muscles of a runner do
Ridden round low volume with the fugues on
Thinking bout the next track ima spit a lugee on
Used to get my huey on afro picked
Now they bump me out in houston on some astro shit
They wanna do what i does but they don’t have the guts
Like a dutch that im finna roll up now get em up
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