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Ab-Soul
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Gone Insane
[Verse 1] I feel like, I'm affiliated with the illuminati, bitch All seeing fucking eye, this is your enlightenment I'm lighting this, fire my supplier always like to give Higher than I've ever been these heights are mighty frightening Your hands up as if you wanna strike like lightening Don't shoot, you can't fight a viking on Vicodin Can you? Hmm, I would like to see you try it then I be eating rappers, that's the only way I'm biting 'em That was yummy yummy, dummy dummy, nothing's funny funny Give a bitch a sippy sippy, then I get some sucky sucky Sucky sucky now, think the nigga must be lucky lucky She's such a doll, I guess that makes me Chucky What's up with y'all other than nothing at all? Bitches licking my balls, you ain't nuttin' at all! You ain't nuttin' at all, neither am I Heaven's a better place, I hope you all die!
[Bridge] I think I'm Jimi Hendrix, I think I'm Kurt Cobain I think I'm John Lennon, gone insane Someone take this gun, before I blow out my brains (BANG) Ab-Soul, and A-Y-I-R-O
[Hook: ScHoolboy Q] Grab a bitch then grab ya dick, pop a fifth and have a sip Smoke a blunt, pop a pill (Fly nigga, fly nigga) Party every single night, mingle with a nigga wife Doggone, we all gone (Die nigga, die nigga)
[Verse 2] Life's a bitch, but she won't let me hit So I just masturbate to her naked flicks I ain't got change for a dolla, but I think I'm making sense I do resemble my father, but do I really know I'm his? Sometimes I like to go on a tangent of random shit Stay with her Black and Mild out and a handful of ass and tits Skywalker in the blunt, Darth Vader in the cup You don't get lifted with us, your elevators stuck I never gave a fuck, my name never came up But now that I done came up, I think I'm King Tut I told Punch I'd probably get assassinated by the government He probably think I'm sniffing cocaine and some other shit I'm on some other shit, Black Hippy, ho! Yippy ka yeee, Yippy ka yoo Tilt ya head you see me in the sky Heaven's a better place, I hope you all die!
[Bridge + Hook]
[Verse 3] Drowning in Moscato, popular pothead Feel like I hit the lotto, and I just got head From a famous model (Who?) Gloria Velez Lusting for Cubana's culo you know what it is I think I'm Jimi Hendrix, experience my fate All I'm missing is a band of gypsies and some purple haze But now it's O.G. Kush and Ayiro instrumentals No need to insinuate, miss me with the innuendo Ya outlooks lousy someone needs a new window I'mma win I just don't know when though, you bimbos know What you in for some info to make you exercise your mental A seed small as my pinkie can be your weeping willow I'm so ill, I'm held hostage at a hospital Doing it big like not little Tivo the revolution when it's televised Heaven's a better place, I hope you all die!
[Bridge + Hook]
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