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[Verse 1: Shokora]
First, shoutout to the lonely kids who don’t recognize mannequins 'cos they don’t know what phony is
Second off, shoutout to my daddy’s sperm & my mother’s uterus for even making this nigga
Thirdly, shoutout to the herb that i be holding in like Kirby or college girls in Berkeley
I wanna sell my soul but i don’t think it’s worth anything
Many dreams, plenty schemes (man, fuck it)
My name is Dwayne, the Pineal Gland man
Catch me doing a Can-Can over Tony Hawk doing a handstand
All that means is that i’m higher, my words are the crack & my brain is the supplier, nigga
You don’t need a lighter 'cos i got that too
I’m from San Bernardino nigga who made you?
Sorry
I was getting territorial like all the niggers who wanted to drown me for being a fucking Oreo
Indian Prom Night, hotter than Curry
If you’re in a space jam, I’m Bill fucking Murray and i’ll be there in a hurry
Now the kids say hurray, he can fix that like Dule
Hill and he kills Bills, not looking for cheap thrills
He does it so Beatrice can write her own will, goddamn
I once heard we’re lost souls in a bowl of fish
My mind knows one song and it goes like this
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