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A lil woozy out my habitat
A suitcase full of IOUs and call you backs
Hit that smoke relax uh
Polly want a cracker
Yea, she want that money stacked uh
I don't got that
I don't need it till she leave my ass uhhhh
Iron chariot storming the castles from down the block
Bandanna bundle and my great grandfathers hand me down socks
No lie
Catapult me till I land and I rot
I got 4, 5 minutes then I'm yelling bitch drop
Gimmie that with your coat and
Your purse with that lotion
I be broken
Ibuprofens fix me up, she told me so man
Feed me slow, eating my soul
Yea that's a cold hand
Getting sick from all this motion
Don't rock my ride
Two stepping on your grave
Pulling on that chain, now fly
Don't rock my ride
Two stepping on your grave
Worry about yourself, yea we fine
Wash away my woes in a whirlpool of media
Sugar coated goggles I ain't seeing ya
Mirage of molotovs hitting the crooked system
Stories of holy wisdom
Is you with us?
Is you with them?
Mister kill them all aye
Stalled up in an image
Need a minute then I'll go away
Falling in your feelings
Why you kneeling?
You got debts to pay
Infested with that check
Where them blessings around your neck
Freshen up and taste that venom coming out of your breath, yea
Stuck in fantasy, hot glue gun to my head BLAOW
300 for a retweet and a like? Man wow
Dead in my tracks, dead in space
Collapsed in a sandbox of a turtle race
We attacking the whole town
Don't rock my ride
Two stepping on your grave
Pulling on that chain, now fly
Don't rock my ride
Two stepping on your grave
Worry about yourself, yea we fine
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Why you hitting my phone?
Why you hitting me up?
Why you inside my home?
Why we out getting lunch?
Why you spiking my drink?
How come my feelings are numb?
I miss being alone
I miss eating those crumbs
I'm just another cardboard cutout of what you're keeping boxed up
Flying at the sun, you came along and got me here stuck
Sentimental roses make it hard to let go
Rusty handle bars and rental cars got lost in this snow
And I'll admit that I enjoyed everything we had in the past
But now we getting older and I'm tired of hearing you ask
What you doing?
Where you going?
Hello?
Hello?
We should meet up!
Like nah..
I wanna cut it off
Burn it up and chuck it all out
Yea, blah blah
I stopped hearing words come out of your mouth
It's like time gets slower when I'm rocking with you
It's like my mind gets sober when I'm rotting with you
Heavy headed boozer bobble head
But I don't use it often said,
I only produce deadly concoctions breh
Kamikaze at your dome
Like the comet that I be on
No common concept of my own
Cause you conned me out with that loan
And I'll submit every single thing that I've held on from the past
But now we getting older and I'm tired of hearing you ask
What you doing?
Where you going?
Hello?
Hello?
We should meet up!
Like nah..
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I heard your real name Howard and your girl named Janice
The relationship you have between you two's fantastic
Like cigarette ash raining on ants taking picnic baskets
Pussy stretching like the veins of a heroin addict when I came across you
Shriveled, bruised, and washed up
Dropped that school like old shampoo and now I'm getting boshed up
Cause I get a lil nervous when the mail man comes
And it's been way too long since I last saw the sun
Shouts out OD, keeping me lifted, spitting that sick shit
All these pictures picking me up
Have some tricks like merry Christmas
It's the grinch potty mouth
With the shotty going out
And killing businesses with ya misses
Oh yea I'ma keep on rhyming till my throat bleed
Till my vocal chords shrivel up and I can't speak
Got mental illness stuck in the dome but who doesn't?
Peep my style
Honeycombs and lucid dreams since I was just a child
But no one gives a fuck about your problems
Or whatever you call them
Living life in fantasies, yea you no god
And you ain't shit
You stuck below with everybody else rotting in this bitch
Motherfucker peep my visuals
Visit me when I'm sick and old
Smoking in the nursing home
Eating spinach then I take a stroll
Lucy, Susan, Polly at the park, how ya doing?
Put names in tree bark
Dancing terrible music, terrible music
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I frame my problems, hang them up, and then I face them
See my reflection when the sun hit it right, hesitation
When I realize I'm still aligned with my past self
Oh man.
I'm an old man in a new day
Carry my weight on this cane as I go and walk into the shade
Woke up this morning still stuck in yesterday
I'ma dance with you
I'ma pray for you
Rob a bank, doing what it takes just to hang with you
I blame the bottles, throw them down, and then I chase them
Need direction when I run into the night, celebration
When I close my eyes and flatline with no grasps of help
Oh man.
I'm an old man in a new day
Carry my weight on this cane as I go and drift into the grave
Woke up this morning still stuck in yesterday
I'ma dance with you
I'ma pray for you
Rob a bank, doing what it takes just to hang with you
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released November 11, 2016
