paradise lost the portie pottie gots somebody filthy rich so that means feces and piss is another person's treasure chest simular to garbage time to take the trash out zipblock hefty double bagged with gla tied in a knot looking back at last month smoke blowing exhaling the blunt I'm strolling down memory lane .it was me you and Mary Jane hotbox the BMW and drive away watch me turn the whip to space ship I'm gone outter space I'll come back after I circle the ozone blast off I just gotta loud pack and it sum good gas something to remember b4 I be forgotten God I pray i don't stay alone but being solo isn't soo toxic need my millions so I can dip and yell bye bitch fucking vacation turn sour got probation and pissy attitude test me fuck throwing the towel throw the tools in the back seat retaliate 130 going fast speeding reckless think the ride flying off the chassis at first you made me feel I was in paradise shit ain't even wanna move like paralyzed until these intrusive thoughts started to bugg me like a fucking parasite apparently lacking ya trust playing the blame game right always coming up with new flows always stay consistent never inconsistent I spit till I gotta take a ship yeah count up to 2