STONED WOLF THEORY Lyrics

Gang outside, oh the gang outside

I don't give a fuck where you hang out by

Whole scope shrunk when my hands got tied

Take a wide ass shot, hope it pans out right

See my claws clean

Bite talk, no bark when I talk mean

And what I talk I mean

And do it properly

I went to find the sauce

It wasn't taught to me

I had to actually plan it

Lacking a standard of culture, I'm only attached to the planet

This big ball where we don't have any manners

Its Grifball, I'm fighting gravity hammered

Off half of an onion, cry at the sight of it

Too much design in my mind when igniting it

My truth lie in the lines

It be time after time fore I find my enlightenment

Swerving the signs of my siphoning

Techs when we drive, I be trying my life again

Roadkill poet gon' spit from the ride

Then I turn up like Allen and die on the side of it

Wait

Ready for anything, keep a heavy thing

Pretty penny well spent in this renaissance

I don't know many men who do many things

Had too many attempts, they won't let me pop

When they run with my style, who they crediting?

It was con from the start, no professional

I know me, fuck the charges they levying

Still pack on me

All times

Gang outside, oh your gang outside

I don't give a fuck where you hang out by

Whole scope shrunk when my hands got tied

Take a wide ass shot, hope it pans out right

I'm

Charging that shit to the game

I'm a part of it, hardly could give them the blame, like

All of this shit is the same

But I already started, decisions were made

My honest regards, you kids are insane

But a lot of that drama is literal pain, like

All of it written again

I chart out the target and stick in a lane

I can't stop

Everyday I be okay

Not!

Set rate, I pick up the pace

Momma I'm sorry, I did something great

Can't go out like Ye, no stock in a race

Like all of it fake

Might as well start, we were already late

I want the knowledge, the conscious innate

Wait out the spawn and I pop me a eighth

I wanna see god, I pop me a eight

Hieronymus paint

Patterns are wrote on the wall

It seem like the white pharaoh life a mistake

We highly mistaken

Contact high, I like information

Split that pie, I'm Christ in the grain

My bread rise off psilo, I'm banking

Rest of my life, I'm-a spend it awake

Fuckboy

All dogs go to heaven

All dogs go to heaven

All dogs go to heaven

All dogs go to heaven

All dogs go to heaven

All dogs go to heaven