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Look up in the sky, chopping mountains into big fat lines

Come on take a ride on my supersonic blow machine

Supersonic, Blow Machine, Supersonic, Blow Machine

Opens, up your eyes, Takes the lows, blasts them way up high

Landscape bathed in white for the Supersonic Blow, Machine

It’s the vehicle

Mad maneuverable. It’ll squeeze right through you

Suck it up for you, you’ll love it, all aboard on my blow machine

You will sell your stereo

And lose your motherfucker girl

You used to be so big and strong

But now your weak enough to topple with a straw

I cried when Escobar died

No more fish scale

The neighborhood’s dry

I cried when Escobar died

No more 8 balls

I wanna die, suck

Blizzy, Gets Me Dizzy, But Makes It Easy, To Stay Up All Night

Blast off