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eucalyptus boys - bran muffins lyrics
[intro: spice gold]
you know, evc boys talking bout’–
it’s real hip-hop!
real sh-t
we’re a bunch of health-nuts
bran m-ffins…
early-morning jog…
pot-ssium, farmer’s markets
[verse 1: joshua tree]
aristocrat back
paving the way in the alleyways
your gq covers on displays for the male gaze
not the g-y-males but anyways
days on the ground with the coffee-stains
colombian free-trade
f-ck starbuck, i’m the first-mate
democratically paddle-boating out of guantanamo bay
to heaven or h-ll i presume
my destiny it’ll make
nefarious is the ferry-man
carry him over the river
the dead-souls
heavier than the living in two areas
i do not believe in
getting tired
and trying harder to breathe out of my iron-lung
paper-mache dipped in rust
my accent is vapid
rapidly producing a buzz
vaporized puffs
puffing on clouds
browsing soundcloud for us
golden-holden-caulfield state of mind
with a little less whine
replaced with the attributes of the based-gods mind
but less 212 and more 505
but humans in new york might catch me at the wrong time
so i practice my lines b-tch
old spicegold and tyrants we fly kids
[interlude: stolzieren]
yo
eucalyptus we k!llin’ this sh-t man
abq ain’t gonna be the same after this one man
d-mn bro
spicegold hit this sh-t man
[verse 2: spicegold]
flip-phone in the chest
we back in business
flip this
spit domes
less than we have to spin sh-t
crock-pot
chopped-up
push you off the hill
crock in the wallet
caught often with the krokodil
acid burns bones
much’ as spice burn tomes
burn mine
swinging ears
closet sp-ce to earn those
peyote in the pocket
milk plus creamland
dreams can’t seem that
easily e-mailed
eucalyptus
b-tch you must hit this
b-tch you can’t spit sh-t
actin’ like you ran somethin’
me and josh hughes spit sicker than bran-m-ffins
banished to the south
and then the east is nothing
and yuppies
route 6
got my sh-t together since eleven
eye-water
route sixty-sixty-sixty-sixty-seven
pull the hoodie strings so tight that just my eyes are showing
can’t wait to go to h-ll if heaven’s where chris kyle’s going
[verse 3: spicegold & joshua tree]
[joshua tree]
anxiousness
anxiety to coexist
i’m a war-torn fist
appalled
fl1cking split-wrists
p-ssed-off
kissed-off
keep your kids in line with the rest
keep your clique in line
oh well, i’m so god-d-mn well dressed
[spicegold]
i’m so godd-mn hungry
d-mn yuppies finna’ eat the rest
sunday sun is up
f-ck around and be depressed
guantanamo bay-area
not a grey-area
waiting five-fifty
i don’t want, get, or need the rest
[joshua tree]
equivalent to ambivalence
i’m on the back-burner getting too many hits
giving too many sh-ts for a shift in politics to matter
[spicegold]
ignorant barbiturates
spectin’ like it’s mixed-sh-t
early april spillin’ it
sh-t, i’d really rather
[joshua tree]
considerably sus
busted up a bus-stop
might f-ck around
bike through the neighborhoods and try to get lost
[spicegold]
solidly sus
liquid give-a-sh-t
this loss
n0body better think that eucalyptus out to get props
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