special sauce with the special skill the special find for the special fill a little bit on top of but laid back cool wind the thread from the tale spun back on the spool not too blue but azul stomping my foot with my sneak i ll be kicking it for the back beat fly girl undressed in the backseat i might look a sneak i won t steal a peak caught a glance from some good sounds don t eat from the ground round get up and they get up to shake your butt back down got more vapors in action like halls mentholyptus misted as i kick it hold on and i ll twist it young mother young mother should ve stayed home there s a poor child coming gonna be a rolling stone wild wild the obvious child wild tone wild eyes have miles no brown bag today cuz see i m ice dogging it catch the cool aid kid word shoot em all hogging it earl s got the 64 wet cause he sloshed it christmas time comes i m egg nogging it look the crook snook a hand in your pocket took your keys cuz then he took your wallet bust you in your eye then your head he clocked it all you could say was stop fuck you and die get from my piece of the pie i m past all that my eyes have miles not necessarily clever i bring from the soul hold my vocal handle for a stroll as i walk correct i roll for the old never be sold out cause the sell won t gel i told you my clams in the shells already i ain t sweating just chill cousin celebrating it s those dog gone kids ever since they was born the shining now we re musically rewriting the phrase relighting the page as the joker pays for the days on the outside just chops i ain t impressed the licks are removed cuz i just can t digest it s too artificial man i can t dig it i don t want effects so i say so on and imma flow on for the real next all wood tones earth home microphone i m a rolling stone i tumble with direction a reflection from the street my drink won t dry cause i m out cool like the sky my eyes have miles