Yeah!
Nah nah nah nah
Uh
Yeah, uh
I woke up 88,
making rules,
safer,
overcurred all verbs,
uncertain,
became a tool,
started swagging with my twin and my mama said get
it in and I showed up the family functions faded,
ate an event,
so,
*
almost forgot about the hate,
don't remember,
that's ok,
it's just a mini little here,
kinda think that it's a matter of educating the name,
my lake of undivided veins,
taking
the blame, got em all some a.m.
*,
twisted,
kissing with my fist,
be requesting them all
and we sum up 59,
for if you say I can take care of this pissy,
giddy little hip squeak
and form my own opinion on the millions via whiskey,
*
Now shake my hand,
know how,
reciting the sounds resounded out the hollers aloud,
now
it's on the ship with the shroud,
I get my ass in the town,
and * fluff these filthy
feathers till I sever the crown,
it gets severe in the morning,
soaring,
so my oris is boring,
now my loris more or less dormant,
and now my sorus wrecks,
and now my texan flexing,
getting wrecked,
now I'm playing y'all rest,
nah nah nah nah,
yeah,
I'm playing y'all rest,
nah nah nah nah,
I'm playing y'all,
nah nah nah nah,
yeah,
I'm playing y'all rest,
nah nah nah nah,
yeah,
and that's my microscopic almanac,
sick of domed in a home with some hypochondriacs,
and I should know I was born under that vacant sign,
biological knowledge was almost always
lied,
it ain't that far to throw trust in a mark of all existence,
maybe then could
we all overcome a flock of fista,
monocle crack,
domino stacks to find a comical,
some
kin to me is audible,
I see I'm a speak now,
suffer later type of reprobated,
above stated
I'm a love em till I'm underrated,
and that said I'm a key spitting that vagabond,
rappers
on some elephant room,
and I'm a mastodon,
ancient wisdom inherited from a closet poet,
found a note in a book once,
a magnum opus,
and most assume all pages meant for those attentive,
but what's tucked away shall remain stowed and hidden,
love's philosophy Percy Shelley was rewritten,
by my brother's monogamous tales of failed dimension,
born and raised by a pack of some wild do ya things,
breaking all my lists,
but 9 is not the same,
if I urge some away so you can fill in the blank,
I check success,
respect,
but I ain't deaf,
I smell the stench of ill intent,
extend it from sin and breath,
and that's a monocle problem,
and for that I'm sorry,
but the hairs in my nose are with the wits,
and it's coffee,
can you feel it,
it's haunting,
I've noticed a conflict,
*,
observation and conflict,
the far extent from what the starter is,
but I ain't rated by the pillow yet the farmer kid,
and if you didn't quite catch it let me break it down for you,
it's a mix of tricks and I'm as sick as naked on the tundra,
basically my parents had it in line
to do the best they could for you,
so I'm taking my time,
and if you start to feel indifferent,
probably best you bite down on the thing
inside the thing behind the things,
or you frown,
talk of dues to pay,
me pay you,
for some noticing and renegade to do what I do,
*,
I think I said it,
now they come to your show,
what's on your face invisibly is weird,
expect to implode,
oh.