Blue Sky Black Death, Nacho Picasso - Tree Tops lyrics

Trying to get up in the session
You're done holmes 'fore I show you girl my
Impression of John Holmes
She kind of looks like Cassie
I'm trying to Sean Combs
We did the nasty in your
Yard on the lawn gnomes
I'm beyond roam, you ain't in my timezone
And I'm beyond the same
Trees as the pine-cones
I'm a cowboy but nothing like the rhinestones
I used to push salt
My niggas used to grind stones
Choosing on a sluey, nigga hock phooey
People Under the Stairs, she cannot fool me
These boppers couldn't pull me even
If they had a pulley
Keep my head above water, hat is like a buoy
Stay Puff marshmallow, yea I'm high as cooley
Reading suicide letters
Signed: "yours truly"
"Yours truly", I think that's me
Everyday's a party like the Great Gatsby

Teen Hungerforce, we beef like Meatwad
At my peak dawg I look like a Greek god
Peach schnapps, cheap broads out my t-tops
And I'm stuck up like kittens in tree tops
Looked you up and down
Searching for your weak spots
They're looking for you
They'll be searching on the east docks
With your girl
I'll be searching for her G-spot
Gee gosh, we all know the streets talk
On the phone, we all know they eavesdrop
Chills down my spine every time I see cops
Still smell a fine coming out the weed spot
Sneeze not
But she choose when she sees knots
Throw some bread crumbs up and
Watch the geese flock
We want war, fuck a peace talk
I'm a vulture, you a peacock
I'm a soldier, so I'mma let the piece talk