Cess Pool

Relax, man
Everything's gonna be chill
No worries

Funky fresh dressed and I'm ready for death
A .45, I got six minutes left
I'm ready, let it go, let it hang, let it bang
Blaow blaow blocka blocka, young white
I'm ready for the bin, I'm ready for sin
I'm too far out to get back in
The gate is closed
Knock knock knock knock knock knocking too loud
I got shut out by the Lord

Garbo still chilling in the backseat
In a bar full of has beens and bad dreams
Mom and Dad knew they had a bad seed
Public Enemy, I'm Cagney
I'm Chuck D
I told society to suck D
Go tell the guys your with to chug pee
Born real, that was 1990
I'm feeling tropical and slightly slimy

I've been red eye sipping
Having third eye visions
I've been cess pool swimming
Yeah, I've been living

I ain't your average monkey
A bunch of sour junkies
Generation nation for your next flix
So post me on your wall
Post me on your crucifix
Oh lord
My blood's neon
I'm an organic drinker, freon
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Oh no
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Are you locked up in a world that's been planned out for you?
Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?
Cause I've been feeling like the walls are closing in
No new beginnings, and only one end
I bought a ten strip, I gave it to the dog
Now he sits in a lawn chair by the swamp
What do you want? I don't know
Money, money, money
How low can you go?

All your heroes are sellouts

I've been red eye sipping
Having third eye visions
I've been cess pool swimming
Yeah, I've been living