Pixar
(专辑: The Dead Occasion - 2015)
Hello, hello, hello Girl, do you smoke If not that's alright I
don't mind (I know you do you know I
don't) [?] that no on else can know But, if you hit my line I'm on time Let's get blown Let's get blown Let's get blown Let's get blown Blown I
know, I
know that you don't smoke But baby just this time, you'll be alright I
don't usually do this but this The
Dead Occasion And it's lit, lit, lit, lit It's my birthday And I'm celebrating be a
day closer to rest The
only way I
really know how By dropping the
hottest shit To come out of Chicago ever, ever, ever How rude of me I'm Supa, your author, champion of light Your companion for the
remainder for this Heavy genuine project I
hope that by it's conclusion You walk away with a
solid idea of what this is This life style, this journey This conquest, this mission Whatever you want to call it you know This joyous splendid project Me, we celebrate with smoke This is The
Dead Occasion And it's lit, lit And it's lit, lit Lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit Fuck my life making any product flip, flip Damn, I
feel just like my birthday cake, lit Birthday sushi for the
strip, strip They hate on my juice like some raisins Gone with the
wind like Malaysian planes is Fisticuffs with the
plaintiff Pussy it's a
celebration Pussy it's The
Dead Occasion Beat the
case and kept playing Looked at death and said "fuck you" Beat the
beast and left it hanging, dangling Taking Jesus pieces left you hanging