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Falling out the Sky (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)
Armand Hammer & The Alchemist
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She dropped a load on me before they closed the door I be with nobody who know what's goin on inside My father body swollen behind my eyes I ain't cry for him in time to return solar We on the ride forward, the reverse not workin' Sometimes it collide, the black sky full of supernovas The stars that died, no light I'm still rootin' for us Two foots in the soil Rhymes force to conjoin us to the cosmic Spliff burnin' like crude oil Cool water drip like osmosis I set the mood for ya You know the vibes Today I got time for it, run Forrest Five on me like I'm Bob Horry for the tribe slime Mob of mentality, stars falling out of the sky, Sly He was a star. When I got him, he was a star. Sly told ya that everybody is a star. The only problem is, some people haven't been put in the dipper and poured back on the world Woke up on the west coast for the first time of my life Drove cross country, but I remember those flights Genuflected when I heard the weed price White boys with the weed pipes Sunny days, sunny nights, mighty clouds and northern lights I was always bright So, no sooner than we touched down I'm seeing how we could get home and be right It's hard to live in the moment, but I guess I had a gift [?] so potent, zonin' off bong rips I painted houses all summer, they paid by the shift My boss was an enterprisin' white kid Eagle eyed everything you did Shit gig, but I didn't quit MJG and 8ball spittin' out the whip Spliffs with keef at the tip It felt sleepy at night, but I like that Felt like you could relax Like you could disappear Like I wasn't surrounded by the past Months passed and we goin' back And in the back of my mind, the plan already hatched The door panels already stashed Illinois state trooper just waiting for time and space To cross our path It's daydreams that I love. Where you might be controlling some of the thoughts, the dream takes over, things are unraveling before you without order Walkin' four corners of God's country Group calesthenics and morning fog Catskill views, cats still yawnin' A few hundred miles from hot garbage and smog '89 find Airmax 90 first run Fresh lungs, sweet blood Light bugs spark blackness Back at the annex Past bedtime, kissin', prayin' nobody catch us Zap, baby powder homie sock if you fell asleep first Pummel body, la dee da Batteries added, vicious cycle Hurt people, hurt people Days of summer, carefree Haven't found an equal We all knew the Isleys before the Beatles Red moon over the rec room In direction of discovery Idle time wonderin' Thumbin' 70s Ebony mags Drippin' red ICEE on the pages Learned to swim in a pool where a boy drowned last year Wax in my ear I heard voices I couldn't make out in the deep end When I dipped my head under Come again? Burrs stuck to my socks Pinch every few steps on the way to the graveyard Old man Cropsey's hand in my foot locker
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