Back To the Rap

Why have I made this
I do not know
But yet again
This goes to show
That I am me
And you are you
This hotel we live in
God's Inn and Suite

It's not suit, it's sweet
You are useless, a beet
But with sweet, beet-red thymes
We can go to bed on time
Like red fish and blue fish
Or tuna dish and new rich-
-es dispenser no Pez
Got a bald head rocking Cortez
But no funny business
Let's get back to the rap
Or better yet
Let's just all go for a lap
Or go to a bar down Hibiscus Road
We both know the toll of that mode yah know
So back down the street
Quiet, feeling placed
Not ninjas not discrete
Felt like a race

Rock song or rock forms
Ignint or 3 doors
Sweeping witch with a broom
normal societal view
Too black for the white kids
And too white for the blacks
Back to the scenery
And the greenery at that
But let's not forget
how this whole thing started
Let's take a look at the beginning
Why have I made this

I do not know
But yet again
It goes to show
That I am me
And you are you
This hotel we l-
Wait, this is off
Lemme switch for the same like I'm Jared Goff

Lions to bears
To bengals and eagles
Not like teddies and cares
And no soft-bodied beagles
This rap makes no sense to write
bored out of my mind
But keep close to you
Store bore the boar on board the kind
But get me out of the sleep-craving class
It's starting to feel like a stunt or an act
So free me from this world Dr Kirk, Dr Kirk
Or just look at dolphins
And pens
And lenses
You jerk



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Marble
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