Fulcrum Ft $poety – Darth Maul In My Blunt Lyrics

“Darth Maul In My Blunt” is Track 7 on Fulcrum’s second album, Far Far Away.

Darth Maul In My Blunt Lyrics by Fulcrum Ft $poety

[Chorus: $poety]
I fly around lookin’ down at the haters
Sorry, can’t link up, I’m smokin’ on papers
Dig in that box while I’m countin’ this paper
With all my Rebels, we totin’ lightsabers
Bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch

[Refrain: $poety]
I thought I could trust you, ooh-uhh, ooh-uhh
I thought I could love you, ooh-uhh, ooh-uhhh
You stuck to me likes shoes
You stuck to me like glue
I’m totin’ the stick up
I’m totin’ lightsabers
I’m smokin’ on blunts and I’m blowed
I fucked on your bitch, I glowed up
I’m all up in your section [?] uh
Uh, ahh

[Verse: Fulcrum]
Uh, servin’ Yodieland pack, we cater
Kick that bitch to the curb, I hate her (Uh)
That bitch sour and he still ate her (Uhh)
She ate me up and I ain’t make her (Uh, uhh)
All this shit goin’ in my favor (Uh, uhh)
She off them drugs likе she’s a raver (Uh, uhh)
Feelin’ brave? Wеll, I’m feelin’ braver (Uh, uhh)
On my side I got two sabers (Ha, ha, ha)
Fell asleep on her, I’ll hit it later (Ha, ha, ha)
I hate doin’ it small, I’ll do it major (ha, ha, ha)
Do it major (Ha, ha, ha)
I’m blowin’ this pack, I’m off the charts (Ha, ha, ha)
Remember them days I was on the BART (Ha, ha, ha)
Nowadays, I just stay on Mars (Ha-ha)
Nowadays, I don’t have a heart (Ha-ha)
I’m just stayin’ in this lane I carved (Ha, ha, ha)
Me and $poety, we makin’ art (Ha, ha, ha)
All these hoes, they wanna fuck (Ha, ha, ha)
All these hoes, they wanna fuck (Ha, ha, ha)
I don’t give a fuck, I’ma run it up (Ha-ha)
I don’t give a fuck, they ain’t on nun’ (Ha-ha)
Five rack fit, it really ain’t nuttin’ (Ha-ha)
Darth Maul, I put in my blunt (Ha-ha)
Million ticket, I’ma touch (Ha, ha, ha)
Why these hoes so outta touch? (Ha, ha, ha)
They want me, they’re outta luck (Ha, ha, ha)

[Chorus: $poety]
I fly around lookin’ down at the haters
Sorry, can’t link up, I’m smokin’ on papers
Dig in that box while I’m countin’ this paper
With all my Rebels, we totin’ lightsabers
Bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch

[Refrain: $poety]
I thought I could trust you, ooh-uhh, ooh-uhh
I thought I could love you, ooh-uhh, ooh-uhhh
You stuck to me likes shoes
You stuck to me like glue
I’m totin’ the stick up
I’m totin’ lightsabers
I’m smokin’ on blunts and I’m blowed
I fucked on your bitch, I glowed up
I’m all up in your section [?] uh
Uh, ahh