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jurassic prayer - prod. boon. lyrics

[part i]

[verse 1]
midnight awakin’, hyper ventilatin’
drunk laps runnin’ ’round the globe wild goose chasin’
after three number one albums woulda thought i’d feel amazin’
still impatient, still sippin’ on liquor
still rollin’ up swishers
now it’s beamers double parking, f*ck payin’ the meter
in your club, on your couches, got paid to be here
on your girl rubbin’ on my favorite features
how could they tease us? only wanted ben franklins and mona lisas

[pre*chorus]
jesus, jesus, jesus
man, i might f*ck ’round, lose my mind, i gotta break out
i’m on a stakeout, on a farm or your lake house

[verse 2]
around 3 am, dawg
i was gettin’ busy in the bathroom stall
bad mamacita, miami heat her, put her in a two*seater
too bad i couldn’t three*peat her
need a whole lotta vida ‘fore i see the reaper
house full of snow bunnies, puttin’ trees up like it’s christmas easter
with more stamps than a skinny n*gga, got tats on my visa
i know the kids in la flame, they don’t trust, they believe it, i mean
[pre*chorus]
jesus, jesus, jesus, jesus
man, i might f*ck ’round, lose my mind, i gotta break out
i’m on a stakeout, on a farm or your lake house
jesus, jesus (i mean), jesus, jesus
man, i might f*ck ’round, lose my mind, i gotta break out
i’m on a stakeout, on a farm or your lake house

[interlude]
(jesus, jesus (i mean), jesus, jesus
i might f*ck ’round, lose my mind
jesus
jesus, jesus, jesus
jesus)
fightin’ the mood
breakin’ the rules, howl at the moon
yellin’ my blues, wanna hit snooze
chase it with booze
i’m out in the noon, she out in the nude
fightin’ the fumes, it’s hotter than june
i’m under the moon followin’ you
i’m out of my head, i’m out on the road
it’s nowhere to go, i gave you my soul
am i right, am i wrong?
tryna get home
the love, i’m up in the hill
my high’s as low as a hill
high’s as low as a hill
[chorus]
pop the codeine and pour the porridge
got some shorties to pull up on us
to walk my orbit and f*ck my homies
it’s quite enormous, my dinosaurus
you’re my tourist, come be my tourist
i bought vatore, bought my wrist some more wrist
12 at the door, flush it down the toilet
with dem boys, whippin’ it enormous
my d*ck enormous

[verse 3]
i’m in them ovaries, i’m in them ovaries
i don’t know these n*ggas, ridin’ with them motorists
fallin’ on some diamond bourse and now we all rich
hidin’ all this, out in that orbit, i just record it
now it’s a party, yeah, it’s a garden, let’s get it started
i forgot it, she pass the marley, tweak off a molly
pop a xan, then tie the red up
don’t hold a petty ho for ransom
godd*mn for answer, pop on a lancer

[chorus]
pop the codeine and pour the porridge
got some shorties to pull up on us
to walk my orbit and f*ck my homies
it’s quite enormous, my dinosaurus
you’re my tourist, come be my tourist
i bought vatore, bought my wrist some more wrist
12 at the door, flush it down the toilet
with dem boys, whippin’ it enormous
my d*ck enormous

- prod boon lyrics

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