Lord Sizzle - Sora / Riku / Kairi lyrics

Smokin' Blanka in my Tonka truck G-Unit member on my fireplace, we gettin' buck I hold the blunt between my knucks and ponder why the actual f** all these n***as in my generation turning into cucks Huckleberries taste like watermelon, chicken, basketball Rolling in my casket, baskin' in the light of my withdrawals Drink the blood from my torn paws as it seeps right through the gauze Sleep beneath the laws, needing three more Dragon Balls Pina coladas, I read the dots 'fore the commas I'm losing my confidence the right way (Right way) Reap what you swallow, I'm incorrect by my count I'm losing my confidence the right way (Right way) Right way [x2] Collect the chain and sprint direct to the sun And meet a b**h in Bolorado with a ring in her tongue The pager dated, faded off the elevation My lungs collapse in May because of April eating staples and gum A couple Camels in the clutch and a hit of peyote I'm humpin' everything in the Sobeys Scary, variate the chariate, call it the Secretariat Lowkey, Depression Cherry in rotation like a lariat Bokeh lights in the club, broken dreams of a thug Floating off my supply, my eyes burn in the tub I'm an*lyzing equestrians to apply the same concept to these pedestrians Constantly n***as looking for n***as to come invest in them Lessen the sess in vest and twiddle with my burnt effigy Effortless with the wishes, avoiding selective b**hes And throwing them in the kitchen like good b**hes I'm flinchin', the weed's in my nervous system I'm tempted to fire off this Glock and hit the block like a mock draft, picking you one by one What's a bl**job to a cum dump? She'll be f**in' unitl she's a bloody stump Neither do I want to see the inauguration of Donald Trump, but that's kinda extreme I'd rather OD off of legal lean I bought up at the Walgreens Call my ex like, "Where you at?" I'm at her house and now I'm knocking, "Hi!" Don't mind the sweat, I sprinted her 'cause f** parallel parking My head barks from your Shih-Tzu The b**h is gnarking I'm winning more than Innaritu, don't break the streak 'less you want to Ya know... Streak Push the Dalai Lama in a Dollarama Cookin ramen on a diorama off an iPhone camera Counting commas, countless Ramadans 'cause money never sleeps That's word to Smegma Peggin' n***as in the Escalade at 60 miles-per-hour Twistin' brown papers like a Tootsie Roll Sour Skittles, power pellets, scout the neighborhood for hoes by the hour Flower in the crystal dick Pistol pickin' off, steady smoking doobies in the kitchen Taking selfies with the bodies as they f**in' blood glistens n***as k**in' good Christians and hood villains Where is your God now? Why is your guard down? I'll admit, I fear your frown more than a clown Why you trade your crown to make your p**y crown and wear a nightygown? Cowardly, now why are we making out?