idk

central flow rider with the eye sore,
I fly high or, hi five, ply four
bounty on his head, seem senile 'my lord'
ima take his shit and woo his bitch with just five chords
think ill make about five more, who's next
condoms i need to buy more, new sex
been grinding ima try more, few sets
check balance, balance checks, ride more, too blessed
might seem cool when im chillin in person
when im drunk, drinkin spillin and cursing
but its crunk they instilled in this version
of me lookin like a militant searching
for his infinite purpose, its just intricate though
its all business, no? bustin into this flow, 
cusp of hittin his goals, cause im always either livid or low
you trust in false gods, thats cool i trust in indicas vro
im fuckin finished i go
and i dont know, i dont know, i dont know, 
i dont know what i dont know [x2]
only know, only know, only know, only know
that i dont know [x2]

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