Swan Song

I'm like a drunk at a wedding fighting for attention
And my mind is a minor, chord by extention
I stay confused about the time and dimension
While eyes stay open for a gear to throw a wrench in
Yea - I walk the same Earth as the dinosaurs
God, The Devil, and sea creatures without spinal chords
Allegedly, my brain is too far ahead of me
If you truly love something - set it free
I'm nostalgic for a time Obama turned the frogs gay
In tandem with disgust for the phrase Back In My Day
Finna make my Mark like Ed and Karen Zuck
While simultaneously fronting like I Just Don't Give A Fuck
My inner child says I'm a little to critical
All sense of logic was hung by umbilical
To the Father, the Son, and the holy potholes
But that's just how the plot goes poof
One day we're here, the next we all gone
So I hope this pen leaves back some sort of swan song
Just don't misquote this shit out of context when I'm no longer here



Credits
Writer(s): David Bupp
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link