Cloudy, Muggy The day's all shitty as Phaenic spells, the citys the real Quarter delay at a to six I'm sorry lady done on my kicks, voluptuous tricks Fucking around, and it to be you, But I living a lie is a luxury too. It plain to say that some strange days And let a man convey it Commit to his terms no for concern, his own mistakes, yeah baby you must learn Hand full of tricks, A fist of motivation, Flailing punches, without hesitation Snooping around, ain't no treasure, It's just sunken ships and pleasures, It's the things that brick up a foundation, a mound of patience gets you a pound of waiting. I'm hating cause there ain't much in my life, just drugs, jobs, and a bundle of gripes. (What?) Haven't you heard, a modern condition, A of glitches, and a mob of bitching. A crowd of adversaries, the the merrier, I going down without a fight til' my burial, You broke the barrier, and off it's spokes, Now it's tumbling down and waking the folks.
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Guess these come along with the territory, A better story, now you're telling me better for me. Mellow shorty, wanna with the kin(?) folks. Smoke and be down with those inside jokes. (haha) Bubble(?) of mischief, let's you to the disco, There's talk of the demo, but no disc, though. Provoke Panic, how they demand it, In a of millions, how one can feel STRANDED. Hand to the heart, now one can the tempo, One bottle and one written-verse memento. All in all, Still like a good day, One ice for this growing pain tooth-ache. on a monday, the Misses is still snoring, Ignoring the foley, is soaring, Designing with a fat ass like Delta Burke, Working girls still find time to make it work. B-B-Back to the board, her vaguely, Jot a mock, frown, Why the long face, B? Neglect is heard, I must have stabbed or something, Curdling, The wound is now settling. In stitches, the hand counts riches, Was it as hard, they broke his spirit, Only time will tell, they've just began to it. The mic store it, You come near it.