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[Verse 1: Shokora]
First, shoutout to the lonely kids who don't recognize mannequins 'cos they don't know what phony is
Second off, shoutout to my daddy's s**m & my mother's uterus for even making this n***a
Thirdly, shoutout to the herb that i be holding in like Kirby or college girls in Berkeley
I wanna sell my soul but i don't think it's worth anything
Many dreams, plenty schemes (man, f** it)
My name is Dwayne, the Pineal Gland man
Catch me doing a Can-Can over Tony Hawk doing a handstand
All that means is that i'm higher, my words are the crack & my brain is the supplier, n***a
You don't need a lighter 'cos i got that too
I'm from San Bernardino n***a who made you?
Sorry
I was getting territorial like all the n******gs who wanted to drown me for being a f**ing Oreo
Indian Prom Night, hotter than Curry
If you're in a space jam, I'm Bill f**ing Murray and i'll be there in a hurry
Now the kids say hurray, he can fix that like Dule
Hill and he k**s Bills, not looking for cheap thrills
He does it so Beatrice can write her own will, goddamn
I once heard we're lost souls in a bowl of fish
My mind knows one song and it goes like this
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