Parachute Escape/ Counseling - Da$h

As the captain survive the battle

Jacket made from Norwegian cattle

Pills in my pocket sound like a baby rattle

Stomp into the cockpit of the stealth bomber, fuck karma

Resemble Che Guevara in my recent pictures

Piss expensive liquors

Sexin' on eccentric bitches, it was in the scriptures

Of the good book, Salmon filleted by the good cook

King of my castle through a shook crook

Or a pawn piece, silk on the Don’s sheets

Hooked on the pharmies, my head stashed where the bong be

Da$H the field, you catch me where the Gods be

Mt. Olympus, Hera as my mistress

Eating shrimp up off a discus, bitch I really live this

Check the quota, smoking SOMA out in Wigoma

I’m on the Motorola, discussing cash of course

A left jab from Zab had paid the mansion off

Motherfucker it’s him

And I ain’t prayed in motherfucking months

So a nigga wonder where I’m going when I die

And lately I been talking to these blunts

Cause they the only ones that never ever told a lie

I’m either flying or I’m frying

I’m either flying or I’m frying nigga

I’m either flying or I’m frying

I’m either flying or I’m frying nigga

Yo, my self esteems on amphetamines, I’m a walking benzo

Got a bitch named Mckenzie but I just call her Kenzo

Stole her father Enzo, smoking in it with the tints low

Now I’m schizo off the blunt

Did it for the stunt, nah, did it for the bread

You in it for the love, bitch I’m in it for the head

Get it right, give a nigga wife rice out of spite

Made the game, you’re playing Fischer Price

Throw the dice, hit the trips, bitches licking dick

Kiss the 'wood, grip the Remy fifth, now I’m feeling tips

Get it jumping, some pussy niggas think they pumping

My homie showing up with something sure to end the function

Ain’t sane, whole squad got the set banged

And most of these rappers need a sex change

Chief hash, eyes lower than my jeans sag

It’s «Free Mav» 'til they free Mav

And I ain’t prayed in motherfucking months

So a nigga wonder where I’m going when I die

And lately I been talking to these blunts

Cause they the only ones that never ever told a lie

I’m either flying or I’m frying

I’m either flying or I’m frying nigga

I’m either flying or I’m frying

I’m either flying or I’m frying nigga

Young and high as if Medusa cut her eyes at me

Cry when I’m happy, laugh when I’m sad

Sayin' she only going to college cause she trying to make her mom happy

Strung out so she don’t fuck with her dad

And she’ll do whatever it takes just so I could see the bigger picture

Realest nigga, roll the dope before a nigga dick her

Said she was a sniffer, but only on occasions

And I couldn’t say I minded all these drugs that I be taking

Conversations, situation got her ridin' like she brakeless

But maybe she wanted out, I never asked the bitch

But that actavis and hash and cabbage spliff will have you on some bastard shit

Muscle relaxers injested after I crashed the whip

She started screamin' so loud that a nigga had to smack her, shit

Now I’m a lone ranger

Saddle crafted after mastiff skin, so you can see I’m on my bullshit

Like a preacher from the pulpit

Or a skeezer with a full lip schemin' on a full grip

«Fuck 'em», ain’t much more that a nigga could tell her

Heads spinnin' like propellors, vision impaired, Helen Keller

From this Crown that I’m drowning in

I found a pool full of liquor and I dived in it

Ride tinted, lime scented, dimes in it

All these rap lines is just the life that I’m livin'