Pizza Man

Whipping my Corolla
Delivering your order
Couldn't catch the finals and see Curry hit the floater
Walking through the solar
89 degrees
Hopin' that you'd tip so I could pay off all the fees
Caught up in the maze I'm tryna come up on some cheese
Customer complaints about the quantity of cheese
Boy, like, Jeez!
I'm tryna keep it contained
The late nights get grimy and I'm feeling the strain
I mean, hey
At least I'm pulling my weight
But I be using all my pens up just to sign a receipt
I mean, Sheesh!
The time I live in is strange
So I try to hide the grimace as I work on my grace
No hold my spine
I go my way
I know my rights
I hold my faith
I know how rocks might come my way
I must not stop

And when the town has gotten all of the lights out
I'm still roaming down this road on my own
Yeah, I'm falling off the edge of my mind now
Yeah, I'm holding on this note that I wrote

Deliveries to mansions and trailer park homes
Banging on the door
Is a mothafucka home?
Deliver to undergrads who barely cook on their own
Reminiscing to Kam, 2 boxes of mediums
Put in a CD of The Chronic and bump it loud
Listening to Damn, the Bucket List, and Tical
Studying many styles
Summoning inspiration
Coming home in the night
Pondering innovation
Avoiding intoxication
In fear that my time is wasted
It could be a verse in an hour or thirty days
Alive or the pearly gates
Fire or mirky plains
Afraid that I may tire, expire, or burn the page
I got some homies that I really want to see
But I gotta get this honey in this colony of bees
Allocate this money to support the family
Only time relaxing when it's due to catch some sleep

And when the town has gotten all of the lights out
I'm still roaming down this road on my own
Yeah, I'm falling off the edge of my mind now
Yeah, I'm holding on this note that I wrote



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