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ceviche with nietzsche - homeboy sandman lyrics

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intro:
yo i’m sorry i’m mad
i have no idea why i’m mad
i just get mad, if time goes by

verse:
i keep a hoodie
i keep a woodie
i sprinkle sulphur with this stuff of legend
i’m not a chicken, you’re a turkey
standard, instead of the sand is sociopath sadness
slanted, looking h-lla regal, yo the eagle landed
since this jumping like i’m not a brand
so that’s how i’ve been branded
may aswell be licking shots at random
i layer when the temperature dead
i am an intentionalist
i serve ceviche with nietzsche
no thank you, maam
i do not need a band, i got a dj
i’m like an earthworm in and out of soil
in and out of bk
the key to world peace is on my keychain
i promise you is quite a keepsake
like i keep saying
my eyes got a nice blaze
i think i might just hibernate inside a nice cave
i’ve jammed a lot of satelites
for given lots of bad advice
and said a lot of “have a nice day”s
in god me trust
any and all feats with my teeth freshly brushed
neither frowned nor blushed
coopers town or bust
i step aside for pregnant ladies
aswell for men and women that are well into their eighties
i rock my fila and le tigre on the tigris and eufretes
my chain could take an eye out
your favorite hall of famer would never made it to the tryout
my rider has amenities, writer of obscenities and cryout
this is my house
no one’s gonna tell me not to blast my amy winehouse
let me find out
that you summon in the gutter
you should get your mind out
sippin’ on a regional stout
off of campus in a easel and a reasonable doubt
pick up the feat that shows me roaming around
no, how homeboy doesn’t play that
ode to homie the clown
this is (?) for another round
or sparkling holy water
holy moly, holy cow
having said all that
i hate to be the reason why you get off track
i sacrifice a fish, can count to ten on land
i’m just tryna be a better man
i’m just tryna shout my demo
get on leno and on letterman
and catch me cold, friend
i know save that for the weatherman
i’m good for rolling sevens with whatever hand

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