(Intro)
Make a moment, take your time on the block, taking shots
Been writing rhymes at work to pass the time like clockwork
Turn the bass up it's halftime
I'm an ass twerk
(Donkey) Like she working for a dime, hush up it's show time for you too, on HBO, Hulu, Netflix, Amazon, watch it all the way through!

(Bridge)
Serial choice you know we making immaterial noise
Feral voice i flow and they quaking over spiritual dough
Serial choice my voice is staking like a four leaf clover taking over people’s minds like cereal
Eat my rewinds with cartoons of the serious killers forreal
Imma (I am going to) live on the delirious bright-side with ice and bananas in milk its chiller like vice in Montana this rap is filler

(First Verse)
Run up clam up standup said what's up to the fuckup like hand down so i buck up and visit the land down under you were so stuck up that they didn’t wonder at the cloaked up plans being blundered cause you shut up
I bespoke that i heard the thunder in the summer I spent in the land down under saw the light and said bummer we got a man down like a submarine with no plumber

(Second Verse)
I’m feeling green like a cucumber sick and ill I’m lean call my number if you need it quick chill and clean
I’ll speed that shit to ya like downtime know what I mean (miles of alone time)
If you got greed I'll leave without heed or inclined warning even if it is storming, smoke weed and be snoring, spoke to concede over the concrete pouring!
I’m roaring about the good deed of a Samaritan at four in the morning
That afghan seed in my hood like Americans are boring
The game plan is to feed the good comparisons of exploring
I’m the Leif Erikson of hoarding, garrisons imploring for the ignoring
Chief of the Orison we smuggling beef on ships of the warring like Origen
Cryptic testatrix come again like the lunar eclipse and oxygen get to grips in my eyes and lungs!
Transcript equipped like ready to do some dying with thugs
Untipped, they spying on em like mugs without a permit they steady with slugs
Like Kermit off that DMT drug I’m a hypocrite
Call me an EMT blood i just did a full banana split
At the crib i stood and then had a psychotic fit
Like I’m going to Cabana without a lift I sit seeing the demotic on the cliff!
With Carlos Santana I'm supersonic on my demonic shift i have sworn to spit largo and burn a bandana!
Transform like the osmotic in Atlanta!
Brainstorm into rhapsodic using the vox humana!
You’re form miotic when I'm wearing crocs en la semana
But yo, it's the weekend go get the rocks para la manana
Fork in the road follow the bend in Havana
I send code clarifying my end in Nirvana
Dying in the light, I'm fighting for a right, lost at the light in Toscana
I'm not sure which way to turn, oh right...
That made my stomach churn like alcohol in Ghana, I footfall with Kool-Aid, summon the third degree burns, the degree from school I burned like skin on the savannah
I only see the congressional rule that gets overlearned, the anthem is grammar, the annum adjourned, so professional phonies concerned
(vengeful!) that I used a tool that is never yearned for like unearning interns going solo in the phantom (rolo!)
The fuel un-seperatable from the urn like me with my homies you know we tandem (phonies)
I'm slowly becoming unbeatable only by the ransom on my re-treatable genius flow
They randomly unbelievable like you never seen this in a frantic flash (antics)
I glow in the 'rari, I fathom I'm sorry, I blow cash like I'm the host of a show called Maury
Granted I'm disjointed and disappointed at the court appointed purgatory, this a poignant dash like a short story! (crash!)
Affordable is the old glory en mass territory, pass accusatory crass, smash the allegorically brash and categorize my stash as the platinum thrash!
White trash with the moustache sipping' soup with bone ash
In a loop, I been dipping into my memory cache like's it's a smokable hash
(Interlude)
"Yeah, fucking think about that bitch back in high school... (takes drag of smoke, coughs)
"That one time I used my friend Grant's legos for a stop action movie (takes another hit, coughs)
"That's one time in Greensboro, I talked to my aunt about art and she fucking promoted me oh man, shoutout the fam... (my pain was owning me, I was going insane thinking they owing me, takes another drag, coughs)

(Third Verse)
Man, I just got to restart, (I'm smart) the pop-tart kind of tart, this LSD kind of sweet (memories)
These mushrooms bringing the heat (usher)
The cocaine covering my sheets
The no-names lying at my feet (playing no games)
When I pass on, I'll be long gone but they always going to remember me and the beat
Flowing in December, January, February, April, March, (through) July, and June, motherfucker this my latest tune!
In high school I made a video about September, Earth Wind and Fire do you remember the myth that was designed to hire, a singing choir? (nah..)
I faked the riff like a used tire
Unlike biff from back to the future I will retire
Silence the putrid like the fifth, stupid with the music I'm jumping off a cliff since I've been muted
I been Cupid, you know, shot through the heart and it's too late...
In the humid air all we do is create time to wait
I am a human that has been born with fate but like a munition I'm shot because I don't take breaks
Not been called a musician a lot just a fake, pressured premonitions wading in my wake
I used to shoot up boats and hoes at blood lake
Stressor be cutthroat but I play it safe like crocodiles and a moat
When you come to my place you better hope you can fly rather than float...

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