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Ayo, it is the year of the gnar, son, beginning with feeling like no one
My thoughts are the Heaven to my words of my Hell
Loved ones waiting for the release from my spell,
but with a whole new cast to cast a whole new spell
And you pulled the bunny out of the hat and you put me in a thick shell
A thick shell to be cracked, unlike the blunts to be rolled
Countless nights to the herb is where all my time's sold
Rather that than getting left out by a trick in the cold, mothaFUCKA
Now you got me workin' the grind, and I'm feeling subdued
And I'm living in the land of wonder, I got no clues
And I sure could use Blue, to give me a mothafucking paw print
Sitting in my thinking chair with a head and pocket filled with nothing but lint
And my cash game, my pimp game, both have gone awry
I say they're full of shit when they tell me I'm 'a' be alright
That's why I'm rhymin' now, to get it in and make those papes
Ain't tryna bust a grape, committing statutory rape
They call me a Tyguy, a fly guy, high as a mothafucking kite guy
dwelling on the woes of the past and watching my life go by
better later than never but never is where I'm at
sooner than later, I'm 'a' gonna regret the fuck out of that
Tyguy prospective, Tyguy prophetic
My mind linked to the divine so heavenly, yo check it
Bitches on my nerves, 'specially ones with the curves
y'all dicksucking game is absurd, mothafuck what you heard
the people of society scare when tree's in me,
but the tree is what I need to let my gnar power breed,
life's nothing but tragedy, my mind is a catastrophe,
drastically I need to change my life and find the good in me.
haters, I just let 'em be. your shit cannot get to me.
I've gotten to myself with all my unabashed hypocrisy
I'm trying to spread a seed, off of which I can set myself free
an aberration at best, an abomination failing life's test
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