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(Intro)
Daddaaaaaa da dad aaaaa
(Verse)
Melancholy. No, really, my mellon's calling
My brain is slowing, I can't tell if all these
Visions are dreams or nightmares
Cause I dream a starter
But I start to dream I might fail
Drink down that shitty rhyme with Nyquil
I kill raps here and there but I'm still
A locco, locco, gone postal
Nothing from the postal
Man is a grind. For my test I won't pass
Fuck, I guess I'll smoke grass and Athal
Ain't that the truth? Got me five thousand Buicks
Now can we make that a million? I'm stealing the building
But no one seems to notice
I have every profesor
They can blow it on the Otis
Or act like I'm the youngest
Tho no harm's taken
I go so hard I got both arms wanking it
Thank the pricks who picked on me at grade school
- Album:
- Sober
- AfterTaste (EP)
- Nothing is Noise
- Neighbors
- Wall Of Sound
- A Mind of Its Own
- Ministry of Sound: The Sound of UK Funky
- Oriental Summer Hits 2003
- I Love Funky
- Soul Heaven Presents Kenny Dope & Karizma
- Collection 1999-2011 (Bonus Edition)
- The Sound of UK Funky (Mixed By Pioneer, Footloose & Supa D)
- Shisha Pipe
- The Deadpool
- Papa Ibiza 2017
- Defected Presents the Opening Party Ibiza 2017
- Defected Croatia 2017
- Lost and Found
- Dreams Come True
- Lost & Found