Lyrics Unclouded - Smoothie General

Staple gun like my feet hurt
Can't really prove I ever did work
But these returns make this shit worth
And these restless nights make my legs worse
Rope around my neck like a fetish hobby
Cause they're net watching I crisscross the bodies
Whole table filled with blood and floppies
Playing Galaga I got a new copy
Two squared what you late for
End of the world I'm sorry sir
Let the chamber open then the barrel's smoking
Horrible idea like this TV's stolen cause it's stollen time and I'm fuckin broke man
Product in the pocket he's your daily scumbag whose come back with no cash, hunchbacked and throat slashed

Brand new coach kids a fuckin backpack
Quit tryina claim you can't setup a mouse trap
Tell me what pig is worse the badge or the squeal
When it comes down to it you won't fight for a meal

The kid knows nothin but the price on his head and the loss on his bread
Can't you see why he's swervin
Got stuck in the belly of the beast right before he ate his feast now that's a motherfuckin masterpiece
Shits cheap when you fuckin stole it
And a gun in the waist gets you extra token
Metal to your temple send your fuckin team back
Hit you by surprise that's a Charlie attack
I knew there was something by the way trees were talking
And these spark plugs weren't fuckin sparkin
I left my Lay-Z-Boy in your mothers pocket
And in her garden I aimed my target
Pax packed
Prius pilled
Zoom to drive-thru for a lucid meal
Hands on the wheel no feeling still
Just talked to Lucifer now I'm spending bills
Watch SuperMega cause I'm high at work
Come get this work on the Volca's I be slappin
Mass panic and a fuckin pandemic got you roller coaster loop-dooped in a fuckin second

Brand new coach kids a fuckin backpack
Quit tryina claim you can't setup a mouse trap
Tell me what pig is worse the badge or the squeal
When it comes down to it you won't fight for a meal
Brand new coach kids a fuckin backpack
Quit tryina claim you can't setup a mouse trap
Tell me what pig is worse the badge or the squeal
When it comes down to it you won't fight for a meal

My brain unclouded
My midi count rises
My soul start climbin
My lord didn't know I get this high
How all my enemies poutin
My guess is they thought I die
My ego tall as a mountain
My life all about that third eye shit
I just seen them phantoms and they rave in the whip
I go Bruce Banner in a rave with a bitch
I just saw the future and it ain't that kickin
Bruce Lee mission
Brief intermission
Then I go hard again fuck the opposition
Clueless as Cher Horowitz they don't see the difference
Fuck around up and down when they gonna get it

Brand new coach kids a fuckin backpack
Quit tryina claim you can't setup a mouse trap
Tell me what pig is worse the badge or the squeal
When it comes down to it you won't fight for a meal
Brand new coach kids a fuckin backpack
Quit tryina claim you can't setup a mouse trap
Tell me what pig is worse the badge or the squeal
When it comes down to it you won't fight for a meal