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This one is to the excitable ones
Not the possums playing dead messing with my
X amount of action, X of games
For years again I tell you the

Gone already to the of it all type, lingo
That I'm every single night I'm out
head for it but your's gets busted
Right lip split and

I messed up but I got tryin'
Don't bother lyin' constant disappointment
But the fun is in the hunt so quit on a front
And you're unmotivated, faded
But the is not so, get on with what you got

Remember Lady of Guadeloupe, the times my mother made
After mass we would get home, the girls are runnin' to the
And I'm in my bedroom the 45 on my record
Was we're in this together

At the I never realized how songs haunted
The ones that I heard I because I wanted
Drawin' on my wall from time to coolin'
Makin' creatures alive with no schoolin'

When I'm on the
The method that I make is much
The method that I is much patience
I'm waiting for the beat and then I sense

comin' in hot, forgot you definitely got no clue
Ain't in hot, you got, you definitely got so rude
Boy, actin' coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy, I ya
This is a

No one looks as as the excitable ones
But then again there's no one has this much fun
X of action, X amount of games
For years again I you the same

Once I met a man who nearly no mistakes
He would bet on a long shot and he never bet on a break and
He's and talks gossip galore
But the was definitely such a bore, hear me now

I messed up but I got trying
Don't bother lying 'bout constant
But the fun is in the so quit actin' on a front
Yeah, unmotivated, faded
But the real man is not the one hiding behind the

travelin' through my memory
There's a younger gazin' at the galaxy
Space veto of the stars
Searchin' for UFOs from Neptune and

Ode to an alien, I you're out there
Cosmic, lonely heart me if you care
I'm for your sound, here on the ground
I'm for your sound, here on the ground

I'm on the microphone
The that I make is much patience
The method that I is much patience
I'm for the beat and then I make sense

Ain't comin' in hot, forgot you got no clue
Ain't comin' in hot, you got, you got so rude
Boy, actin' coy but you got nuts Almond Joy, I tell ya
This is a

I'm vexing mofos but I'm wishing you the best
I keep 'bout half my lyrics and I throw out the
fly on by, you can if you want to
The method that sense is patience