DIE the Monk - Dough

You want that smoke

Better feeling
When I'm counting my dough
I got better feeling 'cause I've been counting my dough
Round the corner finding
Round the
Around the
Round the corner finding
People, fiend, a bible and I'm
Happy, happy, sad
You can see me in the crowd
By myself
An all up and down madman
Loud
Takeoff on the moon
Eyes took a charge
That's what I'm after
Astin a car
And I wanna go faster
Mind of a car
Mind of a master
Pastor the fraud
Rest assure he's a crafter
Cause of disaster
I pause when they ask for the king
Because there ain't a god
Passed 'em down with a ring
Crown among a crowd
And I sing

I was there but I don't know the story
In and out there ain't no allegory
Been the means they deem me clean I'm on it
Yeh I'm on it
Funnel and some gas
Make ya choke need a moment
Eyes fail to focus, I'm loaded
Warning
Post-skimp motive
Two-peet toke with some
Homegrown potent
You like treat so sweet never notice
And she like me low key
I'm on it
(but what did he just say)
Right. Im on it
And what do they tell me?
(Right, you chosen)
Huh? I'm chosen?
Word

You better ease up man
For the crowd
Hands in the air
Lost and the found
Eyes on me
Better stare at the sound
But I burn like sea so slow
How I'm rolling?
Frozen

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DIE the Monk

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