Texty: G Love And Special Sauce. Eyes Have Miles.

Special sauce with the special skills

The special find for the special fill

A littel 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

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

Time to get up in a get up

Shake your butt back down

Got more vapors in action

Like Halls Mentholyptus

Misted as I kiced this hold on and I'll twist it

Young mother young mother

Should've stayed home

Poor child coming gonna be a rolling stone

Wild wild the obvious child

Wild tone wild eyes have miles

No brown bag today see I'm ice dogging it

Catch the Cool-Aid kid I'm 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 then he took your wallet

But you in your eyes then your head he clocked it

All you could say was stop it

Fuck you and die

Get away 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 hold as I walk direct

I roll for the old

Never be sold out

Cause the sell won't gel

I told you my clams inthe shells

Already I don't sweating

Just chill cuddy

Celebrating

It's those doggone kids ever since

They was born the shining

No musically reweriting the phrase

Relighting the page as the joker pays

For the dare on the outside

Just chops I ain't impressed

The licks are removed I just can't digest

It's too artificial man

I can't dig it I don't want affects

So I say so on and Imma go on

To the real next all wood tones

Earth home microphones I'm a rolling stone

I tumble with direction a reflection

From the street

My drink won't dry cause I'm I

Cool like the sky

My eyes have miles