My book case looks like a psych. room
Won't run out anytime soon
Can't afford a room or a roof or a product
Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust
Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains
This industry is full of arrogant snakes
Smell the fumes from the rasta's in a room full of hash
All she thinking bout is how to take his last
I'm a platter full of odds and ends,
Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents
I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill
Sitting in a room doing nothing but chill
My mind's in a coming time, my body's in this stuffy room
Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon
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