Crown Of Roses

[Intro]
Please leave your message for Brahma
Brahma, hey man, uh, the skin is a little hard to deal with dermatologically, but thank you for helping me get out of that... place
Call me back

[Verse]
How you doin' mister teacher, names Brahman
I took your class once, but you don’t remember me comin'
A shame because I blame you for my problems and my stumblin's
I knew I had potential you just didn’t feel the rumblin's of this earthquake
Top shelf, you worth shake
Rebirth, you still wait
Peers stay the same, I channel energy, they were fake
Where you at, Pomona?
I might just pick my phone up
They fuck with me before, but now it's cool that I'm a loner
And a stoner, you copy shit like toner
I'm rollin' marijuana, and my new girls a moaner
She pray that I'm a doner, 'cuz I’m fuckin’ up the guts
And fuck these other sluts that's lookin’ for a nut to bust
I got a crown of roses on, and I been feelin' alright
You know I'm rollin' tight, every night, on my life
And now I got control over my intake
So me and Mike we been baked
Impolite like gay rape, I’ll sue 'ya fuckin' fake, just wait
Wax stamp with a blue face
It's wintertime, get a blue face
Did the time, how this truth taste
Wintertime, how did you place
First or last, worst or gassed
Curved past, with a thrist to last
But I hurt your ass, when I heard 'ya pass
Quick, search 'ya fast
Submerge the mass, then splash
Disburse the proof in the ocean
Red boy too rash, blue cool like lotion
You causin' all that commotion
Drinkin' too much potion
Spendin' too much cash, don't understand that notion
I reverse the track, then I bring it back
My voice peak, call it flipping crack
Thin skin, gotta thicken that
But why gee, I'm just bickin' back
'Cuz 'yo car broke, and your raps lack
And 'yo bitch cheatin', straight lickin' that
And you sicken her, and 'yo dicks wack
And she bettin' on you not kickin' back
Like (Oh shit)
I been feelin' alright
You know I'm rollin' ti-
-Feelin' alright
You know I'm rollin' tight
With my crew, pass the joint to the blue
Give a fuck about you, when we channel our tunes
Got our crowns on, feelin' alright
Never got a frown on our faces, that's right
When Müne and I met, in front of Aces that night
The type of energy to lead the races to the light
Ayo, fuck robbin' a fuck vampire
Fuck poll boy, fuck art boy
Fuck troll kid, fuck Ronald
This that NCR '17 Summer Gang
Shout-out No Range, the neon demon
Münechild, the wave maker
Moses the priest, 'cuz he preached
Dvis' with a scope on sendin' shots then kill' the direct connect with the tech
Ayo, cut that shit out

[Outro]
Tommy Lipper, fuckin' the FA state chiefin'
Currents stay layin' down the soundtrack to life
Everybody who says you can't do it, fuck 'em
Fuck everyone who puts you down
Fuck everyone who tells you who you are 'cuz you're you
You just got a long way to go before you're blue
And I got a long way like you