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Rav

Still Smoking

 

Still Smoking

(álbum: B-Sides & Rarities Vol.2 [2009-2013] - 2013)


I'll give you a quarter if you play it right now

Right now? [*harmonica*]
Well, Rav, I'm not gonna listen to this [*harmonica*]

What are you talking about?

I'm not gonna listen to your music anymore after this, ba-duu-duu-duu

Good, don't! I don't care!

[*cough cough*]
Yeah
(Uh, mic check, mic check)
Uh, yeah
(Blu-blu-blu, hear the mouse clicks?)
Alright, check it out

Don't become a slave to somebody expectations
Always walk away from somebody simply hating
Walking away won't always solve your situations
It's popular to praise
Still underground and phase shit
This shit is basic
Smoking on that Bay-ish
Cloud-9 basics
Face need a facelift
Light beams gently through the window blinds
Still, am I?
This how I'm living every day, bitch
Ayy, bitch
How these old timers gonna treat me again?
I've experienced more they ever did
Poor motherfucker
Bitch, I stay on my shit
Fucking Madvillian's still played in the whip
How can I kill my flow if I can't kill myself?
"That boy ain't right," said Hank Hill himself (That boy ain't right)
I was the first ever to be planking in hell
Taking mad drugs that are bad for my health

(And I'm still smoking)
See where I live, everybody talks shit about me
(And I'm still smoking)
But I don't give a shit
Once I get my money right, bitch, I'm outie
Uh yeah
See where I live, everybody talks shit about me
But I don't give a shit
Once I get my money right I'm outie (R-A-V)
Bitch, I'm outie
(And I'm still smoking)

Take your bitch from you
Eat her cooch
Freak her, speak to her, leave her, oops
Friends on my jock tryna preach virtues
But when shit gets tough they desert you
"Who's the best?"
I'm the one they refer to
The one they wanna chill with and pass the reefer to
You's just in like Bieber, dude
I'm the bird flu times reaper, jew uh
My shit don't stink
I don't eat perfume
Wherever the fuck I go, homie, I leave herb fumes
Leave reality
Feel like I breach curfew

Good, then you can do the broadcast so I can get my brains banged out by Mr. Sakata before third period I mean, Mr. Sakata and I have a very private teacher-teacher conference

Oh wow, I can't even comprehend how inappropriate this is

feito

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