Peculiar

(альбом: Route Of All Evil - 2012)

Cut the lights, close the blinds
Cut the lights, close the blinds
How peculiar? (Haha)
How peculiar?
Cut the lights off

How peculiar? It's as if the whole world isn't moving
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Is it me? Nigga nah
How peculiar? It's as if the whole world isn't moving
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Is it me? Nigga nah, nah

You can't be serious, nigga (How peculiar?)
You can't be serious, nigga (How peculiar?)
You can't be serious, nigga (How peculiar?)
You can't be serious, nigga (How peculiar?)
You can't be serious, nigga (How peculiar?)

Yeah, I love her hair, I love her flavor
She just waiting on a nigga to save her
She was waiting on a nigga to chase her
And when my niggas not around, I probably will face her
She look so small and mouth so loud
She stuck sometimes, but that's her style
And whenever I'm in another nigga town I browse and look til that pretty bitch found
Cali girl, she came from the Westside (the Westside, the Westside)
And I'm from the Eastside like Reggie Brown
And all I smoke is the medical
And all I smoke is the medical
Let a fool drink, let a fool smoke
Let 'em do shrooms, let 'em do coke
Niggas on pills, birds got gills
Fish got wings, snakes on feet
Everybody say, everybody say "cut your fucking grass"
Everybody say
(Aye y'all niggas ain't high like me)

How peculiar? It's as if the whole world isn't moving
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Is it me? Is he serious? Nigga nah
How peculiar? It's as if the whole world isn't moving
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Is it me? Is he serious? Nigga nah, nah

I wanna eat your children
Eat your children