Lyrics MOBY DICK. - TECHNICIAN.

Smoking weed in an open back mercedes
Resin grills, mary green, my favourite lady
Flower hills, scotty beam, I'm fly like jay z
Space with me, shit ain't free, y'all gotta pay me

Smoking green in an open back mercedes
Pay my bills, money kills, the ones who lazy
Pluck the strings, like an angel, or like I'm lacy
Hotter than the bills, where I'm at, these bitch got to chase me

Bitches toxic she hand me antioxidants when she bounce
Man the alphabet like ishamel he would on sea rose pequod
I fish for cod yall pissed bout cod I feed the people beside me
Y'all think you're god jigs up like saw I saw the real johnny shining
Yup

Smoking my tree like khalif, am, king project pat rolling the reefer
Uh
Flowing schmaltzy when the beat pump I dance like tom hanks big melodically uh
Monochromatically, uh, my city grew grey via needing more blues
Y'all bot stock x grapevine for signs of new shoe, funny comical red ones
Y'all cosmical clowns all something of an It
Spit out your lip your jaw overbit sit
You lighting a spliff which sits mainly marlboro
Your witness in sorrow the nethermost wonderful
S.A.D. abundant full
The pure original
Ah, blessed, sneeze
Allergic, yall flesh, like a carnivore animal

Entrap myself with lsd like a lion cage, coloured up carnival animal
My rap make bitches cry like karen page, please investigate these nuts
Smoke til my eyes bleed presume me a bug
Who developed a nervous system
Subject to lab work, in a porous box
Where the lab coats blow dmt toke in, uh