Peanut butter
Art spreads like peanut butter
But they said Art is Dead
Music spreads like peanut butter
Sounds on the internet
Repeating in your brain
Drip spreads like peanut butter
Not saying drip like wet
I meant like those sneakies and those chains
What are we doing bro
We ain't evolvin
I know it's just a flow
But shi ain't not growing
What are we without those real arts
What are we without those real music
What are we without those real drip
Man, take me back and let me go on a trip
Take yo headphones
Away from yo cellphones
Move up those bones
I don't want to see you alone
Get some real friends
This ain't even future man
Who you talking to man
That is wall man
Get a grip man
Take a sip man
Take a break man
Lock in man
Peanut butter, spread it on your bread man















