YAHTZEE

6 men sit with the dice and the cards
Matchbox clip for the stogey cigars
Roll in the crypt hope for triple the price
Dish licked cleaned by fixing a slice
Cap hits the head then it's all gone
Now the rats in the bed smoking Paul Mall
Stacking cash because my acts really dirtball
Burning trash I'm attached to the curveballs

Card filling up as I pray for a Yahtzee
Stars run amok in the day it be sloppy
Night falls down like the rain in the tropics
Life turns great at the gaze of a Sonic
Searching for the right means to write lyrics
If I flake on the gang that's a light hearing
Walk the strife of a kite with a high ceiling
I would cry but I'm high rocking dry feelings
Now I'm catching my groove
Stepping like it's yogurt coming out of the tube
Purple nugs are sticky when they hit me in my city
Throat burnt like the crust of a goon
Mustard in spoon throw it on the dog with the shrooms
Taking trips to higher than the moon
Making shit that's flier than a hybrid whipping tyrant
Sporting cuts of a much rich booze

6 men sit with the dice and the cards
Matchbox clip for the stogey cigars
Roll in the crypt hope for triple the price
Dish licked cleaned by fixing a slice
Cap hits the head then it's all gone
Now the rats in the bed smoking Paul Mall
Stacking cash because my acts really dirtball
Burning trash I'm attached to the curveballs

Big bad wolf blowing down your house
Feel the seat switch gauge as I change the route
I'm gonna take that stage there was never a doubt
That I could grow to tree from the ground of a sprout
I'm locked in like I was never before
I saw the devil pushing pedals spawning endless of clones
I cannot settle got to rebel no benevolent flows
I'm on a level so untouchable by enemy foes



Credits
Writer(s): Brody Burton
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