Loose Lyrics | Original poetry by Dookiebrownflow
When Dookie spit ducks get plucked
I get a hunch that war ain't what they want kid
A bunch of unfit assumptions
the aura is a sunkiss
Shine thru black holes
spoken word will attract souls
He a poet who has stumbled on rap gold
Another batch from Cole
Keep the flow tight as the last hope
Cash flow stacking up
They like, look at them, let it add up
stillmatic add it to the fabric
Flow addict she attached to the sac
That's average
No headliner they savage
Duce womb in the room feel the magic
My nigga my nigga you matter
My nigga my nigga you master
Quit lacking if they have control of ya actions
They control ya path
They hold the pad lock
mold a mascots
Only a fool will owe his soul
Imma hold my own
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