And i thought i was black
She was wet off the bat
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
I thought this bitch had changed and maybe/
Bob marley marvin and marcus
High of oxy im hardly conscious
I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge
To this day i will leave you and your conscious to be the final judge
By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book
Thought i hit a deer i heard the bump and got shook
Thought he'd quit and stomp his missions
A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips
Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time
Conscious, mind is designed to realign time and tell ya im ahead of mine,
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