Between Friends Lyrics - Singles - Flying Lotus

First off ima start charging y'all per compliment 

You give to me, see how much purse I can earn off of it 

As far as bars, you heard wrong if you heard continent 

It's incontinence, inconsequent turned sponsoring 

Rockin' a fur smock with some RC and 

Go from rocking a beat to just curb stomping it 

Serve consonants hotter than hot combs (coals) 

And surfing through brown permanent germs the will jump off of it 

Hot doggy with no condiments 

Flow proper this show stopper be bogarting it 

Other niggas be going hard, and Early be going artisan 

And lick fo'shot of the focus, more talkative 

Too talkative, let the robbers in 

Of a couple sake shots 

watching pot grow in short shorts and some soggy crocs 

shoddy lot of black faces trading body shots 

For all of the belongings in your pocket, park it 

Hardly not, gnarly tots, nollie pops 

use a bit, it got me; then she buzzin' like a walkie talkie 

Staying gold like the only watch that Lonny rocks 

Grimey socks and you know you don't wanna play with Papa swamp 

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So unorthodox 

chillin with shaman, getting ramen in a parking lot 

I brought a bag of dreams with me, breathe the kundalini in 

Excel the meaning in the feeling of Elysium 

Even the reason leaving em lost, lyrical boss, harder than most 

So kill me, martyrs at most my Holy Ghost 

Host a party in em I brought my unruly souven- here on her blouse like a "Yours Truly" steel pin 

Ether (ha ha ha); they can't get past the deep voice 

Conceived in a Rolls Royce, abortion life, pro choice 

Goth hop, put a beanie on pitch bent like a leaning song 

Learn to fly and high at the first sign that I'm dreaming on 

The force is strong with this one though 

over 9,000 midi-chlorians say so 

Really show no mercy, all pastor, no Percy 

Show these little bastards in the journeys of my troubled mind 

Saddle by your blasphemy, look at what you found inside 

Now you can't imagine me, running hide a casualty and fucking die 

This is why we had to bring the guns out 

Rattled neighbors' windows every night until the sun's out 

Two dudes, two odd crews with strange leaders 

Kitty cats, a couple blunts, my new wang feeder 

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