Cleaning Day

What if nobody listens?
What if I drop and nobody picks up?
Nobody gets it?
Like Dennis Rodman's garments
Them sparkly tops, when he took the devil's dare
No Charlie da Cox
Niggas be hip, but hardly da hop
I passed on petting vaxxed on, hardly had a mask on
Only corona I know of, is the one composed of barley the crop
I want my pockets beer bellied
Stacks of money Wizard Kellied, with a proud family
I gotta change my angle, change my stripes, twang my rango
Like the lizard in the desert did
I'm like a blizzard in the desert is
Cause I get cold in hot places
These niggas getting money, and still banging with vagrants
Tryna cope with the pain of attainment
Fears a deterrent, that my spirit is purging
I got like three dreads left, by a thread hanging
Like Waynes', letting gasps out
As these dummies crash out, I just politely lane switch
To a lane with better pedal pushers
I'm the One, the Sun, the Phoenix
I'm Devin Bookering, I was plighted with light
I'm never looking dim, when they find out
Who I like to love they'll probably say
"I'm never booking him!"
As if it'll stop me from piping clubs, upward
When I'm made to take what I dish out
I put it in a cupboard, and use it as a utensil
I really don't be giving a fuck, like sex symbols
Stopped love looking cause I'm best single
Til' this day from my last heartbreak
From time to time I feel my chest tingle
Now I just want my chance at buying happiness with money
Make the cream, take the team, to get ice with baguettes sprinkled
Get my pet Flamingo and jet to Mykonos
Cause I'm the Realest Dealio
It's Sa Surrealio, respect the lingo
To get my shot, I know that ima have to let some things go



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