LYRICS:

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I'll trade you an acorn for a thimble
Complications made simple, whisked away out the window
I self-medicate, kept my faith like a memento
Got some cobwebs in my headache, was a problem from the get go

I fill a room with shocked looks, haze, and elephants
And make El Dorado out any grotto with this eloquence
You could not spot the difference between a cypher and my element
So I burn one to mellow out and then I do it like Costello did
Who the hell is this? I got a reputation from a nickname
Got here by the skin of my teeth and feet on the grip tape
I got the gist then got shitfaced, got hip to the shift and some hits made
Got a gift for giving them pigs the slip and pissing fifths out on your mixtape, shit
I ride around like I got Honus in my spokes
Coast to coast the most precocious showboat shogun you should you know
How I leave no stone unturned but all opponents overthrown
Diagnose these rodents flows as bogus while so ferocious on the low
And I might bring a dead man to his feet and make him dance for ya
Lucky were from the same era, you're lucky I came with this aura
Scumbag with that south side drawl, the comeback kid, a dive bar Warhol
He’s worth Fort Knox, but it's one for all - Three Rivers Circus

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I was roughing it in tough spots, smug grin in my mugshot
So I could reap what I sowed then I sold it as a cash crop
At a night class on the blacktop, taught my money to talk to tell em eat shit
And stomach the thought of a son of a gun coming up like sun through the fog
There's nothing to watch, they're too commercial; you do not concern my inner circle
Cause for what you’re worth, you could purchase Turkish Royals
But I scraped my pocket change to walk her back to her place
Just hope we pass through those gates half-past fashionably late, you feel me?
Cause time is touch and go, it made a Thunderdome out my comfort zone
Flew the skull and bones, I'm not coming home but I cut it close, it just doesn't show
I don't fucking know how
I just take it all in and breathe the smoke out as I burn myself to the ground
I got knots in my hair and dead butterflies in my stomach
I'm bugging, I'm drugging on no budget ain't nothing
Last night I was bludgeoned, this morning I'm blunted but I'll get my kicks til the bucket
Bum-rush a ruckus and bump a bloody head just like this

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Was at the helm before I felt like a pirate
Just comfortably numb, justifiably violent
Rottweiler smile redesigned by the mileage
While I was trying to get mine but couldn't find a horizon
Like where the hell have you been? You look awful
Don't trust an Alice, drag a rabbit down the foxhole
Morphed into more than just a borderline mongrel
And he’s stuck in the lab like it’s the stomach of Monstro

Was at the helm before I felt like a pirate
Now I'm stuck in the lab like it’s the stomach of Monstro