Song of a Theocritical Goatheard
Telling me about how I was gonna make it
And everything was gonna be alright and all that
Yea, Youre not alone and all that
Umhm, laughing try to keep from crying
Just that right there
Lord have mercy help me, Jesus Christ
See right there you just made me feel good by that smile
Why so serious
You try to act mysterious
Cry like you on your period
The teariest I mean be real for once
Cheer up put syrup on
Miracle whip then down some tums
Why not chase with rum
Have your fun on the run from gym
Breathe in breathe out concrete denial
Completely on one
Being discrete heating pennies
Petri concoction
Your souls at auction
Oh but your lacking oxygen
Words just sound like froth from
Open mouth insert, blank
Let me have a little
Just a taste
Come on man
Careful what you wish for
Bobble head dashboard
Just swaying
Going through the motions
It's pretty simple but
Your quite the slow one
You need a slogans
Bright light showing
Omen, totems
Coded poems
Loaded motives
Hold up
How you taking votes up
Penny pickers pour luck
Poison on your personal oath
To pay the price boy
Just say goodbye boy
Its sega time
An old school game with a
Short memory play
Cant win without
Overnight power to save
Put your little quarters away
Tall stacks, mortars and clay
Build a house with a dollar some day
Try to feed a fam, horses hay
Theoretical happiness
Alchemical practices
Symmetrical accident
Hypothetical political activists
Back to this, blackened fist, actively, straddling, balancing
Fantasies, fallacies, dualities, so I can be, mentally packing heat
Whoa what you getting so excited about
Oh you a rapper now
Go beat them sticks and pay your power
Yea, That'll be lit
Keep writing have fun it
Just don't forget
Laugh at yourself there's always a joke to get
Be ready change is coming
Only constant beat that's bumping
Cant be to set in one thing
Gut it, analyzes the inner workings
Flirt with searching, overtly learning
Comfort shirking, blurs the worst the thing
Curbs the urges, serves a purpose
Like circled church hymns, reverse the cursed birth
Get up, keep at it
Go getter, grab it
Feta, stash it
That's meta, make habit
No better, attraction
Be clever, magnet
And everything was gonna be alright and all that
Yea, Youre not alone and all that
Umhm, laughing try to keep from crying
Just that right there
Lord have mercy help me, Jesus Christ
See right there you just made me feel good by that smile
Why so serious
You try to act mysterious
Cry like you on your period
The teariest I mean be real for once
Cheer up put syrup on
Miracle whip then down some tums
Why not chase with rum
Have your fun on the run from gym
Breathe in breathe out concrete denial
Completely on one
Being discrete heating pennies
Petri concoction
Your souls at auction
Oh but your lacking oxygen
Words just sound like froth from
Open mouth insert, blank
Let me have a little
Just a taste
Come on man
Careful what you wish for
Bobble head dashboard
Just swaying
Going through the motions
It's pretty simple but
Your quite the slow one
You need a slogans
Bright light showing
Omen, totems
Coded poems
Loaded motives
Hold up
How you taking votes up
Penny pickers pour luck
Poison on your personal oath
To pay the price boy
Just say goodbye boy
Its sega time
An old school game with a
Short memory play
Cant win without
Overnight power to save
Put your little quarters away
Tall stacks, mortars and clay
Build a house with a dollar some day
Try to feed a fam, horses hay
Theoretical happiness
Alchemical practices
Symmetrical accident
Hypothetical political activists
Back to this, blackened fist, actively, straddling, balancing
Fantasies, fallacies, dualities, so I can be, mentally packing heat
Whoa what you getting so excited about
Oh you a rapper now
Go beat them sticks and pay your power
Yea, That'll be lit
Keep writing have fun it
Just don't forget
Laugh at yourself there's always a joke to get
Be ready change is coming
Only constant beat that's bumping
Cant be to set in one thing
Gut it, analyzes the inner workings
Flirt with searching, overtly learning
Comfort shirking, blurs the worst the thing
Curbs the urges, serves a purpose
Like circled church hymns, reverse the cursed birth
Get up, keep at it
Go getter, grab it
Feta, stash it
That's meta, make habit
No better, attraction
Be clever, magnet
Credits
Writer(s): Phïll
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