Lync Lone - Vega

I’m drinking out the bottle next to Aristotle
Pondering upon philosophies but fuck tomorrow
Unsheathing lethal weapons, get to stepping or you might croak
You’re micro, soft as tissue
I’m the fuckin’ maestro
I hate to beat a dead horse but I clear thoughts
Out my head by burning papers in a light frost
I might’ve lost a lot of friends because I backed off
But fuck ‘em tho, because I made the choice to back off!
I slack off
The bag on my back is Lacoste
The weed fire, but it’s bad cause I don’t fuck with the cost
I must be a boss
The jacket causes rackets in stores
I have my flaws, but I can handle em more
Improving
I’m lucid, stooping low
You might call me a loser
Fuckin’ degenerate
Generous when I’m dropping new shit
You lack knowledge so it fits to call you fuckin’ stupid
Take out the trash, whack rappers smelling fuckin’ putrid
I’m sippin’ Arizona watching Vincent Vega
I’m sippin’ Arizona watching Vincent Vega
I might lose it at the cinema, exclusive viewings
Not talking Rubik’s when I say I like cigars Cuban
I cue in the dogs when your location is moving
Americans are psycho, I’m like Bateman in the movie
My mindset is Vincent Vega when I get the paper
I flood the scene with fire, basically producing vapor
You dudes are hating
I’m smoothly baking
Yelling fuck the pigs,
I like you bitches better when you turn to bacon
Throw it on the grill
Ill like a patient I feel
Patiently waiting on spaceships to scoop me
I’m not from here
Making up bullshit excuses so I don’t get sent to jail
Waking up and getting stupid, then I start my day from there
You muhfucka’s perplexing, don’t fucking text me
Too busy chasing money while your pocket’s anorexic
I’ll make sure the bag gets back through the right exit
And I’ll slash, maybe dash, hit the gas
And my ass dips
I’m sippin’ Arizona watching Vincent Vega
I’m sippin’ Arizona watching Vincent Vega

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Lync Lone

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