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rick 'n morty - sal jordan lyrics

verse 1:
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morphing into the orbit like rick and morty
through the portal i go out of this world
and make it normal
i’m a pastor to the flocks of my soul that miss the co*operation of
what is known and what i long for
boredom i’m fighting boredom and public opinion
i mix up the henny and blow the smoke, it keeps me broke
i toss the glass and flush the grass and try to stomp the gas
but ain’t no roads where my tom tom say i’m supposed to go
hoover craft hoover past all the drag
lame ass
take the cash
leave yo ass
wait a sec
that’s my dad
that’s the past
i don’t wanna be stuck in that sh*t
struggle for diplomas when the world is watching netflix
gettin’ to the paper every week i make a checklist
and try to finish that before i worry bout what next is
best is, never to doubt, give me a reason
i can’t control the weather, so i ball out every season

hook:
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rick and morty (oooh)
mor* morphin’ into the orbit i’m like
rick and morty (rick, uh)
morphin’ in* morphin’ in through the portal
rick and morty (rick ‘n morty, rick ‘n morty uh, yeah)
morphin’ in* morphin’ into the orbit
rick and morty (aye)
through the portal like (uh)

verse 2:
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i’m from the city where there’s many that can talk with their fists
that’s the way i like communicating next to this sh*t
see that’s an honest way of talking
you keep walking i keep stalking
my opponent till he’s nauseous, uppercut it got him barfing m*th*f*cka!
travel interstellar; race and battle for the knowledge
the masses passive on attempts from those with higher conscious
to lift them up, this simulation got em stuck
and what, is lame, is what is tough, and what is shamed, is often what
the f*ck we wanna do for real
but is not that popular
man i can spot you from a mile away without binoculars
insecurity that reigns in all the ways that you move
i know it’s cool, but if i follow i’mma end up confused
like what am i doing here?
where am i really from
i know i came here with my wits
and with a time travel gun
i might just leave here with your b*tch
and win a medal for fun
then toss it all away the day my earthly story is done
like what am i doing here?
where am i ‘posed to go
i know i came here with this gift to craft the nastiest flow
flip on me twice like crabby patties on the grill or the stove
i flip you n*ggas both my fingers peace be with you i’m gone, like

hook:
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outro:
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ooohs

- sal jordan lyrics

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