Short Day
I ain't really tryin' to be here long
Before I'm gone sing along
To a trill one song
I ain't really tryin' to be here long
Before I'm gone sing along
To a trill one song
33
Wakin' up out my slumber
Many planes and gates my mind wander
Eons and eons
When life gives you gold
Make first aid ya peon
Yeah, huh
My dicks the one to be on
On a liquid diet time to refill the Freon
Take me back to first grade
Handful of some crayons
Blurring all the lines
Screamin' onomatopoeias
On the broken path
Steadily be pacing out the recent past
If my body like a car my lungs be full of gas
And I might swerve
Jump the curb
But never known to crash
Peep into my crystal ball what the future hold
Eyes pry from behind of the pistol smoke
And I can tell you what is real
And what is really fake
Lil mamma I don't judge
Go give it a shake
And either way
I want the fries
Mind my disguise
I reveal my face
To find scars and hard lines
You ain't seen what I
Am holdin' in the bank
Of memories
It was meant
To be a short day
Wakin' up out my slumber
Many planes and gates my mind wander
Eons and eons
When life gives you gold
Make first aid ya peon
Yeah, huh
My dicks the one to be on
On a liquid diet time to refill the Freon
Take me back to first grade
Handful of some crayons
Blurring all the lines
Screamin' onomatopoeias
You think that you be on
The same wavelength
But my amplitude
Caused your fish tank
To break
Tie me up to sink
Didn't know I'm
Bout my wings
You supposed to think
That I'm nothing till I ain't
Metal in my mouth
Flat in the head
Screws turn loose
Demons lurk for the chance
Lackin' of the grace
They snick and snarl in my face
Kiss my ass goodbye if I let them run astray
Do not tell me that
You don't see your own
If that be the case
Then I say so long
Because your ass is wrong
Dead
Hit you with the fatality
Red
Simple minds only care to eat
Bread
Leave me in peace to meditate
Instead
Float above ground
See me over
Ya head
Fuck you think this was
You'll never learn my trick
Fuck you think you saw
I plead the fifth
Fuck you think you heard
If it ain't from my lips
Then shut the fuck
For I fuck you where you live
Double dosage
Dos e do
Dirty dancing
She call her my hoe
I'm gon die fast
And I like to fuck slow
On the broken path
Steadily be pacing out the recent past
If my body like a car my lungs be full of gas
And I might swerve
Jump the curb
But never known to crash
Peep into my crystal ball what the future hold
Eyes pry from behind of the pistol smoke
And I can tell you what is real
And what is really fake
Lil mamma I don't judge
Go give it a shake
And either way
I want the fries
Mind my disguise
I reveal my face
To find scars and hard lines
You ain't seen what I
Am holdin' in the bank
Of memories
It was meant
To be a short day
I ain't really tryin' to be here long
(33, 33, 33)
Before I'm gone sing along
(Third degree, third degree, third degree)
To a trill one song
I ain't really tryin' to be here long
(33, 33, 33)
Before I'm gone sing along
(Third degree, third degree, third degree)
To a trill one song
33
I ain't really tryin' to be here long
Before I'm gone sing along
To a trill one song
I ain't really tryin' to be here long
Before I'm gone sing along
To a trill one song
33
Before I'm gone sing along
To a trill one song
I ain't really tryin' to be here long
Before I'm gone sing along
To a trill one song
33
Wakin' up out my slumber
Many planes and gates my mind wander
Eons and eons
When life gives you gold
Make first aid ya peon
Yeah, huh
My dicks the one to be on
On a liquid diet time to refill the Freon
Take me back to first grade
Handful of some crayons
Blurring all the lines
Screamin' onomatopoeias
On the broken path
Steadily be pacing out the recent past
If my body like a car my lungs be full of gas
And I might swerve
Jump the curb
But never known to crash
Peep into my crystal ball what the future hold
Eyes pry from behind of the pistol smoke
And I can tell you what is real
And what is really fake
Lil mamma I don't judge
Go give it a shake
And either way
I want the fries
Mind my disguise
I reveal my face
To find scars and hard lines
You ain't seen what I
Am holdin' in the bank
Of memories
It was meant
To be a short day
Wakin' up out my slumber
Many planes and gates my mind wander
Eons and eons
When life gives you gold
Make first aid ya peon
Yeah, huh
My dicks the one to be on
On a liquid diet time to refill the Freon
Take me back to first grade
Handful of some crayons
Blurring all the lines
Screamin' onomatopoeias
You think that you be on
The same wavelength
But my amplitude
Caused your fish tank
To break
Tie me up to sink
Didn't know I'm
Bout my wings
You supposed to think
That I'm nothing till I ain't
Metal in my mouth
Flat in the head
Screws turn loose
Demons lurk for the chance
Lackin' of the grace
They snick and snarl in my face
Kiss my ass goodbye if I let them run astray
Do not tell me that
You don't see your own
If that be the case
Then I say so long
Because your ass is wrong
Dead
Hit you with the fatality
Red
Simple minds only care to eat
Bread
Leave me in peace to meditate
Instead
Float above ground
See me over
Ya head
Fuck you think this was
You'll never learn my trick
Fuck you think you saw
I plead the fifth
Fuck you think you heard
If it ain't from my lips
Then shut the fuck
For I fuck you where you live
Double dosage
Dos e do
Dirty dancing
She call her my hoe
I'm gon die fast
And I like to fuck slow
On the broken path
Steadily be pacing out the recent past
If my body like a car my lungs be full of gas
And I might swerve
Jump the curb
But never known to crash
Peep into my crystal ball what the future hold
Eyes pry from behind of the pistol smoke
And I can tell you what is real
And what is really fake
Lil mamma I don't judge
Go give it a shake
And either way
I want the fries
Mind my disguise
I reveal my face
To find scars and hard lines
You ain't seen what I
Am holdin' in the bank
Of memories
It was meant
To be a short day
I ain't really tryin' to be here long
(33, 33, 33)
Before I'm gone sing along
(Third degree, third degree, third degree)
To a trill one song
I ain't really tryin' to be here long
(33, 33, 33)
Before I'm gone sing along
(Third degree, third degree, third degree)
To a trill one song
33
I ain't really tryin' to be here long
Before I'm gone sing along
To a trill one song
I ain't really tryin' to be here long
Before I'm gone sing along
To a trill one song
33
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