3 eggs

Sitting on the front porch talking to Gregoire over 2 cups of coffee
I got a quick question for ya
He sets the mug down
Stained from the dishwasher
Apartment 461
Had the beans delivered from a monthly subscription box
The homepage looking awfully familiar
Asks a quick question
Got no login
Wait I'll take a second
We watching 3 men rip up the street in-between
Morning work woke me up i couldn't sleep
I asked where he's going
He said he's gotta get out of the heat

Olympic stadium sweepstakes
I put my bid in and walk out
My trombone legs
My knees fake
Ration my morning energy
This cheapskate
Count down to another quick question
I offer up
This constant mosquito buzz
I leak days out of me
This constant plumbing of spirit
I leak space out of me
That's an agenda I be running through
Ten thousand of these waste
The clock ticks
But everything repeats
And I chase I chase I chase
The coaster stain circular over
The scene of a deceased place
You said you like where you going
Every day start with 3 eggs
I said I hate what I'm doing
Every day in the same place
And when I crack
I'm always picking pieces out of the damn plate

Every day in the same place
Every day in the same place
And when I crack



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Stephens, Joseph Fusaro
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