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self-serv-us - psyche origami lyrics

yeah yeah yeah
yo hold on for a minute man let me pull into this gas station man
it’ll be quick you know, i’m doing the self service now, aight, yeah yeah yeah

yes
make the noise with the help of one finger
pull a section out of your body like playing jenga (jenga!)
verbal pictionary, for all of y’all trivial pursuits
the convenience stores to get full
instead of eatin the fruits that was pulled from the roots
raw elements, eatin ripe produce
they tell you it ain’t good for you, ain’t got no proof
but i’m sick of eatin foods that don’t got no use
if you’re not eating right then you won’t get far
puttin 35 up, 10 gas in your car
is a surefire for you to have to take a trip to a certified quantum mechanic
with no need to panic
we’re having discounts on all parts and labor
you better do it now cus it won’t wait for later
but if you break down we can give you a jump, cause we about to gas you up with our hand on the pump, it’s like

while everybody waits to get served, observe us
we leave em unprepared, scared, and nervous
can’t find a rapper allowed to serve us
just. can’t. get. e*nough
self*serv*us
self*serv*us
self*serv*us
(d*mn! your gas was just like 99 cents the other day
now it’s like a dollar fifty, mother suckers!)
it’s like a plate full of toxins, and poppin oxygen pills, chill
the gas goes fast paced, the way of my sk!lls
take a face of [?]… battle drills (what?)
stone steppin describes my perception
the lesson it takes creates a surefire weapon
nab all this cr*p, the traps keep yakkin about the new school acts
beats fast and fashion cash, and what happened to that last good rap?
it seems like the lurkers kept pinchin off his passion
lost one, the sun always shine though, so i open a path
stick a nozzle in his throat, gas
he’s gassin em up, yeah
i used to tag diesel but i’m more like a diesel truck
you bloodsuckers gonna suck the ruckus, pucker up
the buck stops but the exhaust is too much

self*serv*us
(can you please get away from my windshield? no i don’t need it washed i can do it myself
no, i don’t need my tires checked, i can do it. my. self
brother man, always brother man, i can pump my gas. my. self. myself. get away from me)
self*serv*us

mount rushmore with one face
pause for anybody else, there’s no trace
serve self, there’s little sp*ce for none other
than the man on the mic that you’re listening to now
hold self down, selfishly
i won’t ask for sh*t
even if the skin’s touching the tip of the ribcage
been this way since crib age
born alone, die alone, i got the message
don’t try to act like i’m the only one
there’s a little selfishness in everyone
nah, you can’t have none of my drink
wash only my dishes within the sink
yup, and if there’s nothing to poke
lubrication is the lotion while i simulate the stroke (sploosh!)
i don’t need your help, $20 on 8, i can gas myself
while everybody waits to get served, observe us
we leave em unprepared, scared, and nervous
can’t find a rapper allowed to serve us
just. can’t. get. e*nough
self*serv*us
self*serv*us
self*serv*us

(myself, myself, i, myself)
self*serv*us
self*serv*us
self*service
self*service
self*service
self*service

- psyche origami lyrics

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