(lyrics)

crushing up ritalin 
i’m booted so erratic
smokin on yellow diamonds
i feel like chris travis 
see the way i be flowing 
she say it must be magic 
jus wanna b myself 
don’t need 2 live lavish 
12 pull up 
i’m already hoppin out tha back 
wen i’m gone thing i’ll miss most 
makin tracks
hatin on the klique 
pussy boy u smokin crack 
knife to your skull 
and ya bitch ass get a smack
all u do is lack 
i b shyning no matter what 
movin 20 packs
strung out up in the cut 
wit my dawg swear to god 
we could fuck you up
bitch boy i know you’d faint 
if you sipped outta my cup 
fuck your corrupt system 
their religion
that you put your life in
based on fiction 
shroomd out @ the park 
talking 2 the pigeons
hippie flipping all week
till i get evicted 
and my kush stay louder 
then a gong 
ain’t sleep thru tha night 
bitch i wrote songs
on need rippin blunts
wax nd tha bong  
yung ass kid
but i been smokin so long

magic flowin shyne on mars (p. sk3tch)

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