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return to chillzville - busdriver lyrics

i ain’t hustle backwards
sideways and frontways
across the street and across the net
across the album and across your dial
that [cherry pit?] and fat
[?]
i’m followed by a patrol car
i’m a [blurry bit?] on a net rider
f*ck

i’ve gotta come up, i’ve gotta come up
uh*uh
i’ve gotta come up, i’ve gotta come up
everybody
i’ve gotta come up, i’ve gotta come up
driver
you know i’ve gotta, i’ve gotta gotta

yeah
whoa
yeah
whoa
yeah
oops
yeah
woah
ok
woah
yeah
one two, one two

there’s no champion for my cause
there’s no [?] for my drug binge
no clown car for my [?] ensemble
no lipstick smеared on [my mugs?] grin
my ethiopian [reeves?] highlighter to [?]
[?] conglomеrate is on the fritz
ominous and [?] and a brick collage
[?] my due diligence [?] jack fruit [?]
shovel [?] gold n*ggas in a track suit
these yuppie pursuits elementary dues
sediments on back track loose to mirror
[?????]
but f*ck that though

i wouldn’t die for anyone but myself but myself
sky dive from orions belt, wave bye no cry for help

when your in the tetrahedron for perspective reasons
my congestive breathing hits the flesh of the evening
after a census beating
outside the [?] precinct [walking in dead heaving?]
from the upper middle class [?] from the sun speaking
[yeah my mommas success drinking?] success cheating
so i split the difference on return trips from santa’s crypt
i elaborate a new los angeles
as a metastasized cancer cyst
for the tax rated cannabis
to [mitigate this?] with a spare
as you navigate a labyrinth
of emasculated [?] hits
at the table read for action fl!cks
from the manchurian candidates
get the fashion tips from the vegan friendly who feed the [?] in satin slips
[?] data grips
[?] i’ve been drinking heavy like i’m m*s*ch*st
i’d assumed their were two months in your room occupancy
but the wrinkle crew moves posthumously
i wouldn’t die for anyone but myself but myself
sky dive from orions belt, wave bye no cry for help
or snap out of it and give yourself to the family business
no fancy gimmicks, [?] drowning out [?]

[?]

- busdriver lyrics

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