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salvador dalí - manic tl lyrics

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[verse i: manic tl]
enter the scene, i’m sniffin’ for where the cash be
so fly pilots look up when the pass me
eighteen chains motherf*ckers think i’m tacky
but stay up on my d*ck ’cause i run it like a track meet

young boy won the game with a jump shot
i hardly ever leave the land where the guns pop
my god! these b*tches see me and come flock
“sweetie feed the meter we’ll need a minute to come watch”

long money, i’m an entrepreneur
whorеs see me and take my picture whеn i’m out in a store
floor actin like its a bed, but i been drinkin’ some more
’cause nowadays i’m rockin’ sh*t that i could never afford

time torn, now these b*tches wanna ride me places
i used to skateboard, now they beg to drive me places
everybody think that everything i do is amazing
but ask my downstairs neighbors, sh*t, i’m usually pacin’

i’m just tryin’ to plan out how to make my dash
’cause lately my lawn got more snakes than grass
i been pretty comfortable with my little pile of trash
sh*t, i might quit rap just to shake my ass
i don’t really know jack, but i don’t hold back and don’t lack
y’all dont know me but you must know that
im’a keep gettin’ money countin’ up my racks
and stay out running cops who say vics too black

[verse ii: vic marr]
see, this that and the third don’t mean nothin’ to vic
’cause i’m always smacked off of herbs and a couple of sticks
a battle axe with the words, got ’em screamin’ to live
i’m on autopilot signin’ autographs for the kids

she don’t give a f*ck about me, she’s just tryin’ to f*ck
well, oh my, what luck, this is why life sucks
terraformin’ is my operation, changin’ the state
a crack baby thanks to ronald reagan changin’ the states (thanks!)

always complainin’ ’cause i’m always in pain
i never pray, i only say it in vein
press x to jump, press square to take ‘xans
if you touch, you buy, you steal, we break hands, n*gga

me and manic like a two*man band
man, i stay loopy like i’m toucan sam
godd*mn
i came for the loot, the proofs in the pan
i aim when i shoot with the deuce in my hand

- manic tl lyrics

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