Sycamore - Chester Watson, K.Raydio

A cup of acid down the hatch and, spit it up

Cause he don’t give a fuck 'bout what you saying, rock the Saiyan cut

Brewed it, she the newest nigga blazing up (Vagrant strut)

Cruising for a bruising, you’s a loser, nigga (Poof! You missing)

Peruvian and she Buddhist, fruitless movements lead the group

She whip em spiff as fuck, ancient technique, he roll the spliff and puff

Hit the Dutch, hole in his heart but he don’t give a goddamn

'Bout the sleep, catch him resting in peace

I told 'em I would be the dude flying in jets, smoking keef leading 'em

Fucking these foreign bitches in hotels overseas

Well, I would be, so now I’m just chilling in the woods

Smoking good trees, dust is the look

Could give a fuck 'bout the book, but catch me reading 'em

I’m looking for the method to chef gourmet with no seasoning

The witch’s stew is brewing, I’m tripping fumes in the room, I can’t believe it

He’s a thief or he’s a genius, atheistic, breathing demon, what a

Silly little joy, stop and watch it happen

Wanna save the world, but the world is steady laughing

Take another road, swallow in your fear

Closer to light, but it’s far away from here

And you, you didn’t hear that from me

You didn’t hear that from me

You didn’t hear that from me

You didn’t hear that from me

Smoking 'til my chest is yelling, «Fuck you, Chester»

Conquest needs hustle, bet you lack black

So you could say that I am what is crack-a-lacking

Hit your dip like «Hey, batter, batter, hey batter, batter swing!»

Miss the world’s ending, wave shatter

Aliens will tip the loft and the?

drifting cough

And I’m chilling like a supervillian should be, yelling?

He trying to save 'em, but the people petty, praying sickness kill him

He reminisce of lost evidence, fit the description

Less sane than the average factor in his mental giftedness

(He get symphonies twisted) Tainted by the ancient Japanese

He bleed ritualistically, indeed the kid’s a mystic sent from Venus

To invade us (hate 'em), spawned of death in Hades

Watch confetti hit the blades and change the way we see the ways we in

I’m faded, you could tell, it’s in the gaze I give (Praise the land)

Had so much to do and barely grazed the list

Cheers