ACID BAG
Lyrics documented Recording unresolved
Opens on stolen acid tabs, runs through bitcoin bars and a Grey Goose hospital story. Peak unhinged Russell — and it slaps.
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Lyrics
Verse 1
Who the fuck stole my acid tabs? Put that shit right back where you found it,
where I dropped it, if you want your karma intact.
If you had found some of my stuff, please give it back — if you can, bruh.
My mind's in tactics, like tactical, for the gold —
Bitcoin cryptographical with the words I spit to the world.
Feelin' the world, feelin' me, it's absurd —
can I really get a damn break from the dome
to really give them these themes of different bars, nonstop 'til I'm gone?
Verse 2
Kill ya with a kitten — tiger lickin' good, KFC chicken,
flip ya like a patty. Wendy's, ask me how much for your ass,
I make you raps-ass on dick. Get at me, kid.
Hospital, day one: when I drank a cup of Grey Goose vodka
and in one second just passed out —
I'm a guru for you ladies and gentlemen.
The rough ones need militant ass-kickin'
with the sergeants of the United States of America Space Force military
targeting at your heads.
Original lyric sheet (PDF) → The dated Samsung Notes sheet this song was written on.
Original home: OG NASA on BandLab →
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