Divine

Uh (Ah) (Ah) (Ah)

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Framehouse

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I said I'm hoopla whip whippin'

In between them midgets

Driving while I'm tripping yelling "Fuck Richard Nixon"

It's that young Gene Simmons

And I'm contradicting like

Fuck the government unless it's government assistance (Ah)

And I'm still broke I aint got no bank roll

When that do-do hit the fan I start to lay low

And I'm fucking buggin' son

Out my window

You're a pussy boy I can smell it on your clothes

Let me clear my throat man you know I live to smoke

Shorty said you wanna fuck

And I'm told her "hell no"

When I rolled my first blunt I was eleven years old

And I aint fuckin with the po-po

Unless they cleaning my commode

Close my eyes experience the divine

Walk inside of my mind a sea of the bomdiggity

I'm just trying to relax and take a deep breath

When I'm stressed and trying to flex my projected positivity

I just wanna get a log cabin 20 acres

Little village for the fam minivan and the limousine

I aint fucking with police, meth, lying to the homies

Sucking dick, spiders, heroin, or nicotine

Dear God am I asking too much

I just wanna see my poop stain turn in to gold

Even though I know one day I'll rid my body

I bet my energy survives when the sun explodes

And that's a little song that I wrote

Did you hear that one line

I said let me clear my throat

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Oh

Have mercy baby

I hope you don't mind

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And it go a little something like this