Mind Over Matter - Rappers In Wonderland | Текст песни

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• Mind Over Matter
• Rappers In Wonderland

[Verse 1]
Smiles Again
You know my DJ well this a beat that he made/
Just so I could score a three way with some beach babes/
And after each base we’ll keep on hitting replay/
Until we start to getting circled by a sea plane/
For Petes sake ya damn right I’m a cheap skate/
I’ll roll you at the half pipe for a cheap skate/
Until karma goes and puts me in a knee brace/
Another punks getting robbed every other week day/

Willow:
For 99 weeks straight, I’m heavy like a bullet/
We doin’ what we doin’ they can’t tell us how to do it/
On that ra-ra shit, what we stay on clearly/
Hurricanin’ through your world like the chaos theory/
And always loving life like I’m slamming the chemmies/
While running through this rap game with a bag full of pennies/
Quarter back with my rhyme words, I throw em’ like/
Mother fuckers doing double back flips on motorbikes/

[Chorus]
No money in my wallet/
Friends think I’m an alcoholic/
Excuse me miss I’m about to vomit/
My life ended up so great/

[Verse 2]
Willow
I’m that dream that you had, you never woke up from/
I keep the live show rowdy we gone blow like bombs/
My mind states a playground for kids to get lost/
I got a better plan then Neverland, I live how I want/
With the energy to spark an electrical storm/
And I keep it spontaneous like sex on the floor/
That’s a session for sure, I’m where the lower class stoners are/
“When it rains it pours” I’m rollin’ up in Noahs Ark/

Smiles Again
N’ if you didn’t know we dope as fuck then go and ask/
Anybody and they’ll tell you that we’re blowing up/
N’ if you hope we aren’t then I’ma moon you/
With my scrotum tucked so both my nuts are showing right below my arse/
And ever since I said no sir to home work/
My life’s been a little more Joe Dirt than chauffeured/
Fuck it I’ma just go word a dope verse/
That if I rapped around a sniffer dog I’d have my clothes searched/

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Smiles Again
Now I like liquor but I don’t drink drive I might spill it/
So bump this in ya car when ya roll to Macca’s/
From the oldest Mazda’s to the Holden Astra’s/
This the shit to make it feel like stolen jaguar/

Willow
Or make you feel like you stole a panther/
Big cat on a leash with eyes cold as Canberra/
With tricks on your mind, now the mood is getting heavy/
To bounce on the track like budda with his belly/

Smiles Again
I’m so skinny I was classed as a skeleton/
But it’s not true cos I got ass with the best of em/
It’s so good I was asked to be Mexican/
We talk some shit/

Willow
Running away to the circus don’t tempt me in the slightest/
I’m off to Wytaliba where my hippies are righteous/
They’d tell you the future like the king of the Mayans/
But they won’t cos you’d just think they were lying/

[Chorus]