"contraband (the plug has bags of me)" lyrics

Yeah I know
Apologies that's indiscrete
Here's the code
I know god
That's my homegirl
Up the street
What you need
Show my hand
I understand
What I should keep
Its contraband yeah
Its contraband

Got that good shit
Yeah I know
Apologies that's indiscrete
Here's the code
I know god
That's my homegirl
Up the street
What you need
Show my hand
I understand
What I should keep
Its contraband yeah
Its contraband

We unseen
Ain't no fist fight
What I look like
Seems to be
Vis a vis
Those that I stood by
I had a good cry
Sweet relief
I seen god tho
Up the block tho
First grade teacher Mrs Godbold
Show me thing that I do not know
On the bus Southside Chicago
Spell tradition
Science fiction
Spelling bee took me to districts
Hyperbolicsyllabicsesquedalymistic
We unseen
Ain't no fist fight
What I look like
Seems to be
Vis a vis
Those that I stood by
I had a good cry
Sweet relief

Got that good shit
Yeah I know
Apologies that's indiscrete
Here's the code
I know god
That's my homegirl
Up the street
What you got there
Let me see
What you got there
Let me see
What you got there...

I still like Simon Petrikov
Cause like him my mind is sectioned off
A one size fits philosophy
For each of the splintered parts of me
Chest is wrinkled up
Flesh is crinkle cut
Secret questions yes
Messing people up
Safehouse is filled with captured flags
Chopped old me up to acid jazz
Know what we have and haven't had
Bought myself back in plastic bags
Let's call it contraband
Waiting to return to the land like rocket man
Fuel cells burn, ain't no oxygen
Saw my eyes
They said not again
They said not again
They said not again