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Aloeight - Falling Well Fire Lyrics

[Intro]:
Hey, I smell that, hey yo, you smell that burnin' hemp, 1, 2, 2, we do this live raw, no baking soda, none of that, this is only a select few and chosen, no Dioxys, hahaha

[Verse]:
Yo, I'm late on orders, fans armed across the border (yo man, fuck!) to pick up trucks wearin' ski masks
Launchin' mortars
Don't make me turn this bus around (come on, man), fold the mixed punch in poison
Every one in town, close to the studio gangsta (what?) sold so many a kingpin (nah)
I ain't know nothing 'bout
Bye, bye, die, burning trilateral flag I
Gun 'em down, for my seed in sigil, I'll dump a bucket out
No junkie rap (nah), Bundy's back
Nugs on my orgone box, monkey back
Gold sheckles fallin' outta chair, and the money zap
I'm sorry this took mе a dull, triathlon
Nobody else will have thеse tracks I'm on
It's for the kids waitin' (fuck!), with a rage of a thousand burnin' suns in Acheron
I'll be that, nomadic hermit 'til the castle on my back is gone