contraband (the plug has bags of me)

Lyrics for contraband (the plug has bags of me)

i know god thats my homegirl up the street what you need show my hand i understand what i should keep its contraband yeah Its contraband we unseen aint no fist fight what i look like got that good shit yeah i know apologies thats indiscrete here's the code he's a tree vis a vis those that i stood by i had a good cry pleased to meet i seen god tho up the block tho first grade teacher mrs godbold show me thing that i do not know on the bus southside chicago spell tradition science fiction spelling bee took me to districts Hyperbolicsyllabicsesquedalymistic we unseen aint no fist fight what i look like seems to be vis a vis those that i stood by i had a good cry sweet relief I still like Simon petrikov cause like him my mind is sectioned off a one size fits philosophy for each of the splintered parts of me chest is wrinkled up flesh is crinkle cut secret questions yes messing people up safehouse is filled with captured flags chopped old me up to acid jazz know what we have and havent had bought myself back in plastic bags lets call it contraband waiting to return to the land like rocket man fuel cells burn, aint no oxygen saw my eyes they said not againnn