Isolation
Young on the run
Drop like a tonne
Spark the fluids
Knight won
Said checkmate
Checkin' the bait
Best not to show
Than to show up late
Sit up straight
Fishy date
Grenadine inside her purse
Make a move
Better make it first
Your shit's too dry
Like salty fowl, make me thirst
Bad to worst
Last to first
Backing up that cash with curse
Crammin' all the shots
On the space rock
A tubular dot that fought
A lot to get across the line
Other paper's side
Gravity defied
Tacky and wacky styled
Wacky tobaccy wild
Prepare me a snacky
While my hand
Gets slappy
And I shed tears
But I'm happy
Sharp dresser
I'm snappy
Low stesser
Foot tappy
On the dresser
Tree sappy
Fap fappy
Gaps of gappy
Raps so rappy
Traps so trappy
Craps so crappy
You
Turn into a barracuda
Photo
Nude-ah
Turtle noodle
Tart strudel
Making off with three poodles
Say toodles
You foodles
Jack it up in the shop
Back it up down the block
You can tap tap top
You can make fun, but don't mock
I done farm c-c-crops
And I spun wheels to stops
Round and round
Bus song folk tunes
Like a balloon
That goes pop pop pop
While the bunnies go hop hop hop
And the honeys go drop drop drop
Sick minds ridin' inside
Their fleshy hide
Said to my oh my
Turn on a night light
Gonna need it tonight
While my head spins the spool of the kite
Tantrum I might
Just start a dancin'
It's quite right
Planting the ripe rhymes
The stench of the white lines
Erasing the bad words
Because we don't wanna fuckin' scar the kids
As if that shit
Would make their ears bleed
And dispense weeds
Dispense feed
Turn humans into needs
Do good deeds
Shreddin' leads
Sewin seeds
River fuckin rowin' steeds
While the most innocent of the
Innocent motherfuckin' fuckers pleads
Tired and tuckered out
Sickened and sucker punched
Ties turn their skin red as they pout
A family funky bunch
Notre damn them straight to hell
Nostradamus knew them well
Gingerly ringing the bell and fuckin'
Singing to seashells
Grab a seat and sell some meatballs
That's why I'm wearing my cleats y'all
Talkin' a too tall tale to be tellin
Fell to be fellin'
An unneeded felon
E equals
M C Squared
Don't be scared
What I'm sellin'
Get trade winds
Like Magellan
I'm just a roach man in a motel land
Lurkin in a pale van
Horse man
Apocalyptic force can can
Kill the unkillable
While city slickined sickers
Will bleed, Refillable
Refill the bowl
Out the picture
Of syllables
Left to the dust and to the dirt
Brighten the line
Sight of the sign
Lost in a forest
Of my pines
Step on a mine
Now your lyin'
Leg went flyin'
Slew of sirens' sewer cider
Bears put on bibs
While they lick their lips
Trying to sail a ship
Gone a world away
If your predators
Don't make you scurred
Then scurvy
Strike the editors
And gamblers
Four shamblers
Trampolines got the candlers
Vigil for virgin
Heart surgeon
Lock me up, I miss bingeing
Time is up
World's not ending
But eras are
And darers mar
The fragile skin
Of this star
The unearthed sin
Of this war
What was it for
Who did it help
How did we get here
When the fuckin' hell
Why are we doing this
And where are we now
From whence they came
They'll return
But we'll all share the scars
The scars
Enjoy the solitude
Drop like a tonne
Spark the fluids
Knight won
Said checkmate
Checkin' the bait
Best not to show
Than to show up late
Sit up straight
Fishy date
Grenadine inside her purse
Make a move
Better make it first
Your shit's too dry
Like salty fowl, make me thirst
Bad to worst
Last to first
Backing up that cash with curse
Crammin' all the shots
On the space rock
A tubular dot that fought
A lot to get across the line
Other paper's side
Gravity defied
Tacky and wacky styled
Wacky tobaccy wild
Prepare me a snacky
While my hand
Gets slappy
And I shed tears
But I'm happy
Sharp dresser
I'm snappy
Low stesser
Foot tappy
On the dresser
Tree sappy
Fap fappy
Gaps of gappy
Raps so rappy
Traps so trappy
Craps so crappy
You
Turn into a barracuda
Photo
Nude-ah
Turtle noodle
Tart strudel
Making off with three poodles
Say toodles
You foodles
Jack it up in the shop
Back it up down the block
You can tap tap top
You can make fun, but don't mock
I done farm c-c-crops
And I spun wheels to stops
Round and round
Bus song folk tunes
Like a balloon
That goes pop pop pop
While the bunnies go hop hop hop
And the honeys go drop drop drop
Sick minds ridin' inside
Their fleshy hide
Said to my oh my
Turn on a night light
Gonna need it tonight
While my head spins the spool of the kite
Tantrum I might
Just start a dancin'
It's quite right
Planting the ripe rhymes
The stench of the white lines
Erasing the bad words
Because we don't wanna fuckin' scar the kids
As if that shit
Would make their ears bleed
And dispense weeds
Dispense feed
Turn humans into needs
Do good deeds
Shreddin' leads
Sewin seeds
River fuckin rowin' steeds
While the most innocent of the
Innocent motherfuckin' fuckers pleads
Tired and tuckered out
Sickened and sucker punched
Ties turn their skin red as they pout
A family funky bunch
Notre damn them straight to hell
Nostradamus knew them well
Gingerly ringing the bell and fuckin'
Singing to seashells
Grab a seat and sell some meatballs
That's why I'm wearing my cleats y'all
Talkin' a too tall tale to be tellin
Fell to be fellin'
An unneeded felon
E equals
M C Squared
Don't be scared
What I'm sellin'
Get trade winds
Like Magellan
I'm just a roach man in a motel land
Lurkin in a pale van
Horse man
Apocalyptic force can can
Kill the unkillable
While city slickined sickers
Will bleed, Refillable
Refill the bowl
Out the picture
Of syllables
Left to the dust and to the dirt
Brighten the line
Sight of the sign
Lost in a forest
Of my pines
Step on a mine
Now your lyin'
Leg went flyin'
Slew of sirens' sewer cider
Bears put on bibs
While they lick their lips
Trying to sail a ship
Gone a world away
If your predators
Don't make you scurred
Then scurvy
Strike the editors
And gamblers
Four shamblers
Trampolines got the candlers
Vigil for virgin
Heart surgeon
Lock me up, I miss bingeing
Time is up
World's not ending
But eras are
And darers mar
The fragile skin
Of this star
The unearthed sin
Of this war
What was it for
Who did it help
How did we get here
When the fuckin' hell
Why are we doing this
And where are we now
From whence they came
They'll return
But we'll all share the scars
The scars
Enjoy the solitude
Credits
Writer(s): Skyler Meany
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