Future Primitive Art School - Hot Sugar, Big Baby Gandhi, Kool AD

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Future Primitive Art School

Y’all don’t really want it, y’all don’t really want it

Future Primitive Art School

Y’all don’t really want it, y’all don’t really want it

Future Primitive Art School

Y’all don’t really want it, y’all don’t really want it

Future Primitive Art School

Y’all don’t really want it, nah-nah nah-nah nah

Cool moon social, Yung Dinner Party

Yung Swimming Pool, leisure class

Really fool

My mood is Boughetto

Some say too mellow

Others say «Dude, he’s a cool fellow»

The gold will remold you

Not a wonderland, never told truth

Look at all the cookies I sold you

Last girl scout, future primitive art student, part truant

Soul rebel, my soul level is plasmatic

Oceanic, my lifestyle is tight magic

My grapple is too chapel

My scramble to too ample

Vamp on an amplified sample

Toasts up on the spectac-get-back

Not your average wetback

Look at all the clocks I done set back

Create or destroy, or step back

Both on the same track

Both on the same track

Head feel like a thousand bucks, that’s a brain-wrack

After that, see me on the train, on the train track

Blood, I think I’m Mack Maine, black

Rap game, half game, rap, half trap, half this, half that, half laugh track

This a problem, fifth world

Plot raised up

, girl

I never went to art school

I think art is fucking dumb

I say what I want, got green card, I never run

My name on the internet, I don’t fuck with Google

Lookin' out my window, my snipe game through the roof

Bad freak on my dick, now it’s on and poppin'

Now we rockin', rollin', got my pockets swollen

Yeah the top is open, and the ho is shooken

How you gonna moan so loud and show no emotion?

I mean, I think that I love it, I ain’t really complaining

This pimp game on a budget, out the frame like a painting

Every time that we fucking, I’mma glove like Payton

One glove like Michael, two gloves like Mickey

Two bucks in this city, I got drunk and pissy

They say they never stunk a skunk that’s stinky

All y’all cats talk a bunch of shit, B

So eat a dick to the punks that diss me