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[Verse 1: CRYM] Rolling up Hawaiian no lying the odor that of papaya Grown on an island with the ultimate climate Supply in bulk once I tried it won't sacrifice like a Mayan Hit my device then I'm flying, you may address me your highness I believe in Sativa cover my head like a Kippah You know I bees like Akeelah bitch I'm quicker than a cheetah My adidas are nubuck, I do not give two fucks Smooch on these two nuts, I'm short as a crew cut A little bit screwed up, 25 in my mucus Moved weight on the schoolbus, I'm sicker than lupus Dissociated off salvia divinorum The wax and oil lasting 8 days in the menorah I'm deplorable, downright horrible Selling Rob Ford out the Accord, thinking portable Unstable rocking seven in my orbital Damn, what is this? Cinnamon, citrus, ahh [Verse 2: CRYM] Flow like the first snowfall, I thought I told y'all Dick so long shorty had to do a pole vault I want the Hyura in cobalt, the Phantom diamond black Hold no bars, no holds barred when I attack Lying back, kiss the silicone tip of bliss Drift into silent reverie every method since Is simply unsatisfactory, chill at the top rung Whipping unreasonable vehicles, shorty sit shotgun Ain't nobody like this, comparable in whiteness When I'm on my night shift, give a ho the nightstick Baby got them tight lips, Mata Hari body though Bodying you maricons and Imma keep the cambio Smoking amber crayons, ghosting like a seance Drowning in a cloud of loud, say hello to shaytan In the daytime, mild mannered though the name CRYM Canine, danger, junkies may try to mainline [Verse 3: CRYM] Beats in my email, bud on the weed scale When you see me hail, looking rugged in retail Blood on the leaves 'til the acid rain wash And it stain blocks, no these bulges in my pants ain't Glocks Ain't got a Maybach, but I can make your dame drop Her panties, she had a grammy, but I ain't gon' name drop The game got more gods in it nowadays than the Pantheon They should probably pop an entire bottle of Ambien Have em scampering, shatter for dias like Cameron Strand these motherfuckers in the middle of the labyrinth My eyes are bloodshot, cause why the fuck not? Lethal to feeble people, I'm equal to blood clots You glorious like a truck stop, meaning you suck cock More Funk Doc than punk rock, profile like a mugshot I leave my door unlocked in case somebody wanna try Toking on that homicide, motherfuckers harmonize