Take Your Time // Roll Your Spliff

The last, lust, a luxury, we love to be with hands tied Suddenly a camp fire, come with we to stand right, lets go Imma bee on a bum high, leave me for the dust I Need another one time, to grow Raise me, with barred arms hardy "har-har" I saw Sartre, its all art, like ha ha i know If it pays me, its a/c, don't hate me, like Jarr Jarr, I'm Binks with no blinkers, I've grown Co-sign, co-crime, no love, no life, oh my good lord, lets Go like, cold light, n, soul sight, low life's Fortnight, pulp fiction, so we might propane Booth be looking like a studio used to live in I always took if for granted, never thought id abandon The land that i inherited, but barely could stand it I thought that it'd be different, something i could handle Now i got one in my hand while the other dangle Take you time, roll yo' spliff Pay yo mind, raise you kids Take the chips, and never look back Play for keeps, and never cut crack Take you time, roll yo' spliff Pay yo mind, raise you kids Take the chips, and never look back Play for keeps, and never cut crack