Текст песни ATL - балбес

Work blockage: chopped - packaged
We twist the rap, and in the breaks we burn the fuse
Under the electric sun, the stems catch a tan
The grass is high - halva in backpacks
Lost in synths a couple of trendy psychos
Zip steamers, pair of water Sipangs
Robert Marley shook his soul
My Mary J, thank you
Green swoosh like green kush
365 days a year invaluable kush

[Hook]

Pav-pav in PS I
The same goof I
This is all I am
Smoke like a rap chick

[Verse 2]

Sega - drop it
But I would still have a couple of crosses
You go like a stone to the bottom of the glass
I smoke like a steam train
The last lave on the sneaker
So what?

[?]

Acidhouse!

[Hook]

Pav-pav in PS I
The same goof I
This is all I am
Smoke like a rap chick

Pav-pav in PS I
The same goof I
This is all I am
Smoke like a rap chick

Pav-pav in PS I
The same goof I
This is all I am
Smoke like a rap chick

Pav-pav in PS I
The same goof I
This is all I am
Smoke like a rap chick