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Correct Brain Cells Live Lyrics
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Correct Brain Cells Live
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[Intro] Yeah Oh, yeah y'all gon' let [?] Swear y'all gon' [?] Sing it, uh [Chorus] I burned too many brain cells down To be worried 'bout my brain cells now, oh no I burned too many brain cells down To be worried 'bout my brain cells now, oh no I burned too many brain cells down To be worried 'bout my brain cells now I burned too many brain cells down Down, down, down-down, uh [Verse 1] Uh, here’s a tab of acid for your ear You’re the plastic, I’m the passion and the magic in the air The flabbergasted avalanche of ambulances near The labyrinth of Pan’s Lab is adamantly here No assignments, book of rhyming and I’m drawing doodles I should rhyme rhyme with Ramen Noodles Ramadan, I’m the don of the diamond jewels Fond of finding a way to kindly tell these toddlers toodles I’m a kamikaze and I’m kinda cuckoo I could write a fucking book, non-Kamasutral You niggas goofies, it's a conflict that is kinda crucial Caught you on the 9 in all blue yelling, "I’m a neutral" But I’ma let the bull pass like matadors Versus a Minotaur, verse is a metaphor Metamorphoses and I’m a fuckin animorph I used to go to school with Anna Fedele and Danny Whorf Remember I used to bang with the bad ones 'Til my grandmama told on her grandson Mama said that I was way too handsome To be throwing the hand’s son, breaking walls like Samson But I’ma throw a tantrum 'til I’m on every Samsung Sanyo and handheld and handgun Please put ya lighter’s up 'til life is up, then light it up And slice a cut, the night is young, it’s nice enough The nicest blunt, the nicest stuff My niggas out here trapping a lot I know you think you on, hiding Reggie sacks in your socks I hang with niggas, whole jab in the jock .4’s for 15, yeah my niggas, we be taxing a lot Only the goofies, though, choking on a doobie, though My eyes do be low, two be rolled, remember days of the Rufio Remember the Days of Chan-Man and the Skeeter Man Brrang dang to Lil' B and bang a-rang to Peter Pan [Chorus] I burned too many brain cells down To be worried 'bout my brain cells now, oh no I burned too many brain cells down To be worried 'bout my brain cells now, oh no I burned too many brain cells down To be worried 'bout my brain cells now I burned too many brain cells down Down, down, down-down, uh [Verse 2] Light a joint, or spliff it if you classy Split a swisha witcha nigga if you ask me Ain't no questions, hit it vividly and pass me Don’t answer about your problems Or your issues or your athletes It’s a quarter to imminent, ten minutes to infinite Rims, Henny, and reminisce, nostalgia and M&M's Cinnamon tone women and feminine’s getting intimate All broads is frivolous and homies could get they dividends Damn, is he illiterate, literal syndicate Illegitimate, idiot, gangbanger-affiliate Sick twisted prick, dick sadistic Son of a biscuit, man fuck this shit, uh [Chorus] I burned too many brain cells down To be worried 'bout my brain cells now I burned too many brain cells down To be worried 'bout my brain cells now, oh no I burned too many brain cells down To be worried 'bout my brain cells now I burned too many brain cells down Down, down, down-down [Outro] Oh no, no, no Oh no, no Oh no, no, no, no And this is my 10 Day This is my 10 Day, oh no Welcome 10 Day Hahaha, word
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