Ooh, ah
Ah
Ah, ah, ah
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Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa

Yo
She's a shadow walker, moon stalker, black author
Librarian, contrarian
The state say we dead, we say we not
That's my bitch, I believe my sister
There are no winners
We smokin' positivity like dust, trust
Angels never fucked with us
Shadowbox the sun down 'til sundown
Lynch town
Burnin' in the rear view while I'm drivin' with a clear view
It's a socialism sister
Am I supposed to feel this different?
Like my rent's paid?
The devil's dead

Ooh, ah
Ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ooh, pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa

Yeah
She is the Wilson to my Cast Away
Shaggy bеard aftershave
Prickle chin, that's okay
Gеnder is dimension one
We live in dimension four
The floor became an afterthought
My cordless phone a bag of rocks
I'll call you when I have some pennies
Semi-automatic Benny
Butcher been a pressure cooker and a looker
Yeah, I'm cute and compassionate
Flakey as a bitch
The witch inside the broom
Motion sick, driftin' in and out
of consciousness like the rappers do
She a rapper too

Ooh, ah
Ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ooh, pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa