All Star Opera, Remember Face, Nacho Picasso - 1,000 lyrics

Flow
See my mood in the tune of a drop top mobbin
6th sense
Stay watching for these goons, these
Goblins, pro tool my logic
So when I hear that nonsense
I just light another
Up like fuck we all got problems see me

Sliding through blowin minds
And drainin spinal
Fluid, who's next in line
Take ya time I got
All night to do this, this ain't no
Righteous movement still they like holy shit
As the legend goes the whole
Clique doper than some opiates

That's maybe so if you throw that
Shit in a spliff with some
Doja loaded with coka from going
Fish in a yola pit

Smoking with acquaintances, probably gon
Catch a case, ain't no way to save it but
I bet they gon remember face

Hook nacho
I seen it coming from a mile away
I don't do nothing i just smile and say
Everything is dead to the touch
You can go right ahead and forget what love
OZ it’s in if you let it
Death can you smell it?
Six fingered hand three eyes embedded
Senses been numb blind fold been shedded
Really nothing to it intuition I get it
I get I get you can’t limit my mind
My my my head’s in tune and in line
I'm fine i’m lying I’m dying
Flouride intertwining
Pressure cook a cole to diamond uh
All I do is smoke and fuck
And politic and dream a lot
The stove below the element that’s
Underneath the steaming pot
The love below my belt bump bump
Bumping out the speaker box
This burning bush so fire make
An atheist believe in god

Hook nacho
I seen it coming from a mile away
I don't do nothing i just smile and say
Everything is dead to the touch
Everything is dead to the touch
Everything is dead to the touch
Everything is dead to the touch