Verse 1
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Swollen Pockets, inflation of pocksectomy
Caught from constant sweatin' of me which I fought
with anti-perspirant
A total loss, cuz it only works when
sweat is physical not mental
And when its mental potential disorder
Like H20 = Water
it's sorta on the border of the Vapors
One day, chillin' at Green Acres
Me and the fellas just cruisin' through
Sound system blastin' as usual
I saw this chick, she was legit, she was wit'
The Pillsbury Dough Boy, I mean her boyfriend
She played him like a marshmellow
when she said, "Oh gosh! There go Phase!"
and rushed me like a quarterback
Asked me for my autograph, I laughed
Pulled out my pen, asked her where she wanted it
She lifted up her shirt and said "Write it on my stomach"
Swollen Pockets...
Verse 2
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How can I make a livin'?
Sellin' drugs, performin' at clubs
Or makin' license plates in prison?
I chose b) see? So now I'm good to G-O
Where's the brother with my dough?
He tried to snow me in a sum of Miami
He d-e-efinitely gets a eye jammy, word to Granny
I speak the truth, ask Dr. Ruth
Westheimer, unless you're kinda
funny, honey, speak to a comedian
cuz you're disobedient
I'm on a F-Train, or you might see me in a Blazer
with Phase written on the side and
slippin' and slidin' in sauce
Writing with force
Rhythm take control, it's yours
Swollen Pockets...
Verse 3
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You sniff and sneeze and cough
And (?) medicine
Tylenol, Excederin
Dristan and Buffrin, didn't do nothin'
I'm still suffering
I'm not a star, cuz stars seem to fall
Like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar I stand tall
And high, but keep a low pro'
I'm not a baker, but I still roll the dough
I'm solo, single, I like to mingle
Pockets bulked like Hulk, played by Lou Ferrigno
I'm sick of this, it'
