What up
All up in the cut
Rolling up with them doobies up
Eyes red as fuck
Who gives a fuck?
We upchuck flows
Give people bloody nose
Christmas trees up in my snowglobe
Open up your mind, slow
Let it all go in the abyss
Reminisce on some dopeness
Huddle to my smoke pit
Eating on a Hostess
Staying focused
Like I'm crosseyed
This green spinach
Gives me power like I'm Popeye
See everything through my third eye
Feel like I'm in, how high
And then you ask why
(Why nigga?)
'Cause I got a pack of toothpaste
Takes away all my pains
And my fuckin' tooth aches
Starting to feel the room shake
Oops, my mistake, that's just the bass
Everyone about faced
Starlife up in this place
Savemoney on a paper chase
We all finna get it
Hope you fuck with it
Get with it 'cause we all up in it
Out here finna win it
Making my appearance
Like a mushroom cloud
Everything's so fucking loud
I just started seeing sounds
Big gorillas, purple clouds
What the fuck I'm saying now
Calm down
'Cause I got a pack of toothpaste
Takes away all my pains
And my fuckin' tooth aches
So I got a pack of toothpaste
Let it refresh your mind
We got a pack of toothpaste
Smells good all the time
Yeah, we got some good toothpaste
Let it refresh your mind
Just enjoy your pack of toothpaste
Relax and unwind
I wonder what would happen
If you burned a cup of Captain
And start to recite the verses
That you used to jot on napkins
I know you might be feeling nervous
Wonder if they'll love you
Here's a tube of toothpaste
To brush away your trouble
Burn away your struggle
Problems all the same
Problems probably the only thing that they find in brains
Either that or thoughts of thoughts in different strains
Trips and paper planes
Dipped in different things
Think. How'd we get to the point where our breath stink
Head shrink
Loss of reasoning instinct
Bumping NSYNC down memory lane
Don't you get it, I'm crazy
Get a medic, I'm lazy
Your boy is going insane
Baby, I'm Ving Rhames
Mixed with a spot of Mr. T
Sniffing keef, servin D, the O's in the street
Missed the beat
'Cause my heart's not in it
If the bars infinite
Sipping arsenic
I'm gonna need me a clinic
And a couple of doctors
And a nurse I can doctor
Doctor, I need me a dentist
Didn't I say I was crazy
'Til I spiral addiction off these
Juices I'm pulping
Psyche I'm kidding this fiction
Psyche I'm not, I'm just tripping
Falling, twitching
Fidget, fidget fidget
Fidget, fidget fidget
This my favorite song
That I never wrote
Until every quote
They love me
So I got a pack of toothpaste
Let it refresh your mind
We got a pack of toothpaste
Smells good all the time
Yeah, we got some good toothpaste, toothpaste
Let it refresh your mind
Just enjoy your pack of toothpaste
Relax and unwind

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