Polka Dotted Peekachu

Yo
Here we go
Down another dirty road
A pot of gold is what he sold but there ain't no rainbow to behold
But I got my soul
And I'm finally gaining control
My ABS went out but traction's back
Gotta miss these holes
Gotta get this dough
I've been dropping a pen or pencil
No matter what it is I can write with so
I'm gonna write my mind
Seeking to find
A pathway to divine light inside mankind
I swear to God I'm gonna find a way
I'm gonna pray the hate will fade away and I'll save the day
Contemplate my next move to make
I hope it won't be the death of me

But the again maybe it will
I'll go if it's his will
What's the big deal
Everybody gotta die
Get the fuck outta your feels
Quit taking pills
Your problems are real
You think you got an issue making you ill
Really the only issues the fact that your lacking any kind of discipline or will
Wanna get the dough but not work the flow
You wanna kick in doors but not hold your own
You wanna rule the world but not sell your soul
I swear the shit Y'all think is so comical
Sorry the world don't work like that
Ain't going nowhere in this urban trap
And nothing seems to be getting better
I suggest you better go get a gat

But I'll never say shoot up a school
I got bullied too
There's no excuse to put a bullet through anybody
Unless they trying to put one in you
Then do what you gotta do
But you better respect a weapon
Get some lessons
Make sure you get your registration
Or they'll be looking at you to persecute
File a suit
Life down the shoot
With nothing proved
Except you screwed
But I'll tell the truth
I'll shoot Bambi too
I can really go for some Bambi stew
If you get offended I don't give a fuck
Your a whiny pussy
Your opinion sucks
Walks
Talks
Quacks
Then it's a duck
All of Y'all can suck on my



Credits
Writer(s): Norman Leiding
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