Xeal - Reacclimate

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Woah
I need to reacclimate
Up in the bay
Dippin' and sippin' the drank

I am bouta ball with a team
About to blow a pound of the green
I said I'm on that bleu cheese
Do Gucci
Bumpin' the bass and the blow, woah
Make a motherfucker move
Get the bandage off, shot
Take a tug of DMT and
Shot off, landed, not right, damn
I need a snack pack, wait
Where is my hat at
Pay the whole rent
I get the bag and then
Pass it to him, Spock
Deep in the bottom of bass in the place
Got a new motto, it's face and then space
Lace on the babe, got a lingerie date
I'm bouta go up to staple the name
Flip it all down
Grip on the ground
Why does she look like a clown
Don't need to frown, twinklin' sound
Come here to get to the pound town
On this different sound, switchin' up
Drums like I cut them
Cup the drown, touch up
Punch the trucks down
Skate up round the town
Glidin' off the ground
Gilded, glintin' off the golden crowd
Give the glow to ground the group we
Floatin' off the greatest cloud

Take a bow to make the printer proud
Crank a dial to make the hymn a loud
Raise a brow, done fake a center sound
I will just cut up the blunt and pass to (Lit)
Make an IRA and wait a little while
Jumpin', jumpin' 'til my hands hurt
Ceiling's peelin' it's revealin' secret cosmic dealings
I'm hurt, in my feelings
And the sands revertin' back to dirt, why I'm so alert
Oh that's the carpet

Written by:
Alex Torres

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