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Where my fucking misfits at? They say "This ain't it" but it's just that Mr. Rad is back in business baby Get that bass all boosted CB Shootn crazy Rattatataaa On again, off again I got my foot in my coffin Dawn of the dead 'cuz I'm up all night often Eyes looking red like we late at the office But they laid me off 'cuz I got me a conscience I play it off like the Oscars Can't pay me to stop or to pray to your monster Your friendly neighborhood mobster I put out the hits, get some goons at the concert Just a man and his mantras And the moon through the mist in the midst of our problems The thinning wishes that whirl by and haunt us A miserable world with a whimsical promise Honest the myth of the wandering wizard who thinks of his wand as a stick, man, magic make me nauseous Stab in the dark 'cuz I'm cautious Shed light on the carcass it's harder to process An artist is only embedded in death so cement each breath like a fossil But go out an arsonist, burned at the stake, they aren't flipping your beef into gospel Don't sink your teeth in the hostile Or let that anxiety take you hostage or to the hospital or to the bottle up, now boy better let that out Ima go all in on tape 2 Y'all shaped me now Colin gonna shape you Abstract Playdoh, don't play with the facts, it's too compact, my noggin Racks in the luggage, batshit budget no robbin' and y'all choking on rubbish, my dope get the toad in my throat out hopping (ribbit) Do the Hokey Pokey and I turn it all around Smoked meats, I was stirring up ramen Third eye open, view of a shaman Rise of a phoenix, price of a showman Got nothing in common Mark my words and the haters as spam and this right here my omen CB got in going On again, off again, on again, out You're listening to Radio FiEND and this is some gas. Slay! Off again, on again, I guess I'm out my sarcophagus Y'all best start coughing up, Colin on top of this Y'all left him in bargain bin with a target back, build a market on cheap street Mark it all up, now I'm smarter down a mean street From a jumpstart now I'm skrrrting with that beep beep beep This a CB original, a YUNGFiEND feat It's not real if not on digital You betcha Ima take it to the finish Tryna see the Northern Lights I'm tripping With a life so sweet you'd think I lived it at the Tipton I'm tapped in, I'm livid, you betcha I give it when lipping You betcha I steer the position You betcha I got an idea (Well he's the ideas man isn't he?) Won a few bids on eBay, now I got a shit load of Amiibo Finally get to be a kid, played adult all my life now the paychecks real though Who's at the wheel of the CrossTrek? Oh, it's me, had a little bit of weed you know On my way to an Alabama beach bro Wee bit of fillet stuck in my teeth (woah!) Focus on the road! CB on a roll Magnum my opus Tag my producer (Eli) check out these clothes New hash from Musa, bump on my nose I don't have coke just a fat ass schnoz And a few catchlines while I throw these wads And they're growing my brand like a Chia Pet, CB vetting these dogs I'd bet on my odds Reinventing the plot My intentions are good, my investments are not I'm up in my head which is up in my hood It's all up in the air while they're up on my cock Will you give me a break? I'll give you a lot Oh, for God's sake, will you give it a thought? I'm gonna make it 'cuz makings my job And you already broke me, it's already bought I'll take what you botched and boss it, you betcha Hear me out dude… This is some gas! Gas! This… is some gas!
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