I'm under the palm trees
Need the shade
She struck my soul and it Ricocheted
I try not to draw on the Basquiat
They came with the axe im Trotsky (yeah)
Why would you want to resolve me?
I'll take what the Lord will allot me
I'm sick of the fake and pretending
It's making me feel like a menace
She's looking too thick in the denim
I had to come back for the venom
You're reading the book of the Genesis as
My homies will beat a eugenicists ass
Bending the block and my foot on the gasses
High as a kite on the gaseous
I bet you could stop me if I'd ever give up
She swallowed my dick, did a hiccup
My idol just gave me the big ups
And I don't got no dirt you could dig up
I'm under the palm trees (nah nah nah)
Need the shade (nah nah nah nah)
She struck my soul and it Ricocheted
I'm breaking my body (nah nah nah)
And I'll reap the day (I'll reap the day)
When all the shame pours down and it's never the same
Look at me dance
How do it fit in my pants?
Got me a couple of bands
I'm not in a band
The label can take the advance
And Kobe it right in the trash
For all that I give to you I need reciprocation
California is a bit abrasive
Three days in and my face is baked with
All the shit that we use for baking
Fought a cop and then I made some bacon
Dust or rock, I'm an egalitarian
The right still living in the Raegan era
And the camera lens has got a bit nefarious
I'm sick of that shit
Need a biddy with the silicone tits
"Swim" tat on my wrist
Helped me get up out of bottomless pits
I'm under the palm trees (nah nah nah)
Need the shade (nah nah nah nah)
She struck my soul and it Ricocheted
I'm breaking my body (nah nah nah)
And I'll reap the day (I'll reap the day)
When all the shame pours down and it's never the same
I'm breaking my body (nah nah nah)
And I'll reap the day (I'll reap the day)
When all the shame pours down and it's never the same