Super Nintendo

[Intro: E L U C I D]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: E L U C I D]
Of course she grabs hair that grows towards heaven
Pleasure in possession, melding
Black hole she fell in
Well then, every other year, I'm shedding
Core element, delicate
Contained in curios and cabinets
Black china, no embellishment
Nobody really getting over, it's all relative
Ahead of my time since '99
Disciplined developmеnt
Jealous God, well at odds
Spilling out the shеll I'm in, fella
Don't sell daddy no whiskey
Miss me not
My cologne been autumn's rot
From locks to socks, envelopment
Babylon medicine, wretch
Projectile, head first
Innocent step, felt all out the loot
Still feeling woozy, been the moodiest
Miss me with Yakubian news
Many moons, pen where I been and where I move, marooned
Grew peculiar and wild, style cast shadow like sundial, ta-dow

[Chorus: E L U C I D & billy woods]
We had fun on that Super Nintendo
Sunday services, blew church out the window
We was done, finger guns to our temples
We had fun on that Super Nintendo
Toweled the door, blew church out the window
We was done, finger guns to our temple

[Verse 2: billy woods]
We had a time, don't let 'em say different
We was drunk and high watching Intervention
We was just happy to be outside when our peoples was in prisons of all types
We was just livin'
It's easy now to talk about wrong and right, we was just livin'
It's easy now that you know the price, we was just runnin' and rippin'
Hands full of life, it's hard to explain if you (Raasclaat)
Never mind all that, just put the money in the hat
Rewind my old raps, wondering where that brother's at
Mom's half deaf, still sharp but starting to forget
Repeating herself, retracing our steps
Used to be up late pacing, now she sleep like the dead
I passed out on the couch, dreams like lead

[Chorus: E L U C I D & billy woods]
We had fun on that Super Nintendo
Sunday services, blew church out the window
We was done, finger guns to our temple
We had fun on that Super Nintendo
Sunday services, blew church out the window
We was done, finger guns to our temple