And I hardly feel threatened. Gained so much confidence, it’s hard to fit my head in. Room lonely of broken platoons, I’m a medic. Tweakin’, molding and holding a tune ‘til my head aches. Kam’ with the motor & the packs, no Fedex. Sex feeds my soul & I love it & I let it. Hollow in a troll, give a fuck about a Reddit, forum, holding a magazine for ‘em. Kicking the coldest game in the biggest auditorium, doors open like Deloreans, huh! Strings tight, all kites, lighting in a bottle & we’re crooks by night. Chakras follow & they guide me to the light. Es Beyond-seances & weed pipes. To the left & to the right fuck everything you own look up and take a flight.
(Hook) Gotta get your move on, everybody better come through and groove on. Too high you was smoking out the moon bong! You can never, ever, ever eat a shroom wrong, don’t be too calm, don’t take too long!
- And I’m back baby! And yo’ ass is at fault like black pavement. I done came thru, all swag ain’t it? Took her back, blew it out, now you mad waiting. Cock suckers call the cops when you see me comin. I’m out here stealing hearts, whole summer I been gunning. Shootin shots, shoots shoot in here like Jon Gruten how I Raid her fridge. Take a trip, now we outer space on some naked shit. But we can get spiritual, evidence empirical. Never put no fear in me, but I put the fear in you! Black daddy, bitch I milk the game like cereal. My dogs came through and we kicked it n Mysterio. We got that funk so don’t try. The same n***a to put that bump up in yo’ eye. Me and spirit got it locked, why would we lie? Now next year it’s over for y’all, that’s no surprise. MotorKam
- No longer threatened by life. It’s lied & it’s died and even came at me with knives. I tried & I've fried & even gave up on what’s right. Pondi’s cooking classics on Ableton Lite. I groove on the wave all risks, she looking real lovely why’ont you come gimme a kiss. Educated, talented & born with a gift, it’s phonky, I put it on yo’ face have a lick. I’m Chomsky, come have a taste of my (Ah). Eddie Murphy bitch I keep it Real RAW. You can’t unsee what you saw. We made this whole world with these hands give applause like, clap clap clap clap, crack, bass & a guitar. Don’t forget the strap. Minotaur on a star, pineal glands on they pinnacle. Physical is minimal, homie, the name is PSYPIRITUAL.
Gotta get your move on, everybody better come through and groove on. Too high you was smoking out the moon bong! You can never, ever, ever eat a shroom wrong, don’t be too calm, don’t take too long!
Wow.... Amazing from beginning to end.
NOT one tracked skipped.
Apollo brown and this group of talented lyricists, come through with their "A" game. The album they deliver has infectious beats n' samples. Making you nod your head while providing thought provoking lyrics.
I couldn't ask for more.
$ a.m. approved
You already Kno....
🎧🌳🌳🚬🔥🔥💨💨 $ A.M.