Tekst piosenki
[Prod. Wan Gray]
[Intro]
I’m stressed out gonna blow some loud
I’m stressed out gonna blow some loud
[verse 1:Takechancesandlive]
I’m stressed out gonna blow some loud
Got me in the sky now
G-7 flight from H-town
With a bad bitch from my town
She wear a skirt she know I’m tCAL
Her panties down means she aroused
I take a chance (and hit it hit it hit it) open gangnam style
Do you catch my drift
Or do you need a lift
Open your mind
Like a time rift
Gonna take every dime that I get
Even prophets have got to profit
Do you understand
I’m coming for that 100 grand
And after I get that 100 grand gonna multiply it times 10
Yo is this a sin ?
If it was I guess I’m clueless then
Yo is this a sin?
The law needs some editing
You see Benjamin’s be talking
Constitution fuck a lawman
I Don’t even eat no pork
Pigs stay far away from my discretion
Very far from where I’m resting
I swear to GOD I need a blessing
Meditation medication fuck it all PlayStation
I’m relaxation
Gaining elevation
Dodging them temptations plus stipulations plus simulations
Fuck it what I’m saying take it back to meditation
[Chorus x2]
ILLUMINATI, ILLUMINATI
You got my soul man
Why ya’ll want my body
ALL SEEING EYE
Looking all around me
Seeing every move I make
Like you was commie
[verse:Takechancesandlive]
I gotta Asian chick calls me Senpai
Can’t help but do a cream pie
Plan b
I’m a smart guy
Even roger once got it right
Blame it on the all seeing eye
They just want to see us multiply
So we can supply more troops to die
Overseas in the heat of fire
(man)
Didn’t mean to get you down
Let me talk about them sticky pounds
Pack it in the blunt like extended rounds
Taking shots til its man down (man down)
Stand up
Walk round the room
Roll my sleeves up
Can’t fight the truth you can’t fight the proof
Fighting demons with nothing to lose
They’ll look at you like what’s the rules
You can wave a flag they like fuck a truce
Still shooting tracers all around the room
Want to nuke the map
They want to see a plume
Then clean it up better find a broom
Make better lands
With pyramids
Feet in the sand
You can feel the sun
Good reception gods connection
I go harder than erections
Correction
I been selected
To just fuck this rap shit
Walk out the room with a blunt lit
Real shit real shit
Fiction don’t get published
Fiction man that’s rubbish
Like rappers who make that club shit
[Chorus]
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