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AB-SOUL lyrics : "Pineal Gland"

[Verse 1]
Uh, It was all a dream, I swear it never happened
I wrote like Edgar Allen, I was Poe like Edgar Allen

Let me hit the weed, you know I really need that
Missing screws, bending rules like kneecaps
I don't even know what's real, I'm just being real

Making moves, you just another human being; being still
Play the fool, you jealous dudes are just a plate of food
Tell the truth, I'm the coldest cat, sabertooth

Blaze the booth, blaze the buddah, this ain't hookah
You hit this %#@! a few times, you might see the future
Ask my ^!$$% Blocka, we be rolling up that Blanka

Just retire, if I light this fire I might blow your block up

[Hook]

Enjoy your mind trip but don't trip on your mind
No man is safe from the war going on outside
That's right, you ever been conscious in a coma?

Please don't tell my mama this ain't !@!@&&
I might be tripping off that DMT
TDE, Limitless like we on NZT

I made my dreams reality, so to speak
Or so they say, I could still be asleep


[Verse 2]
The black sheep running with a pack of wolves
Diamond in the rough, tell Brock I need a pack of woods

Two white cups full of codeine
Plus I got two white !@#%s down to blow me
Can't you see I'm floating, like root beer and ice cream

My synapses act like lightning, probably why I'm so enlightening
Probably why these ^!$$%s can't $#&@ with me
I'm lookin like "who the $#&@ invited them?"

They failed in testing like whats inside of them
(Soulo, Soulo) Say it like you mean it
My demeanor is the meanest, I'm gettin meaner by the minute

Its mine, I spend it, my mind is spinning
Your time is ticking, the sky's the limit
We in a space where matter don't matter

Just spirit molecules and geometric patterns
%#@!ted in a crater last time I sat on Saturn
Got a letter from Andromeda, they tryna shrine my bladder


[Hook]


[Verse 3]
I'm in a whole 'nother realm, go to hell
Last ^!$$% tried to scratch the surface broke a nail

Last ^!$$% tried to cross the line got crucified
We overseas, back-to-back, never wore Chanel
The new nucleus never sitting in a cell

Genius idiot, best description of myself
I'm in a $#&@ing lab coat rhyming as high as %#@!
When I die, donate my organs to science (*##$


[Outro] 3x
You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes

You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes
You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes
You got three eyes, but you can never see us)

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