blue sky
new high
live under a beehive
bushido
samurai
dream of how i will die
car crash, river’s wide
ford until i float by
by the by
honey wasn’t sweet till i was the fly on the wall street vibe
now my eyes are feeling superdry
i’m superbad
looking for the peace of mind i never had
hell and back
tryna get attached to my better half
never ask
less you wanna hear something you never have
jumpin on this beat like a kid over the cracks
might avoid breakin mama’s back, call me a horse on the track
my reflection back in to me
beholding
little feat, i’m golden
no chains, disrobe
suppose i’d be a slave for coal
if they paid me more
make mistakes for sure
taking seconds and more, always hungry for sure, appetite omnivore
belly up to the table, nothing’s touching the floor

i used to grip cigarettes with my lip
burning both sides of the candlestick
I'm guessing that you buying, how you copying back
keep it on click clack, you following the tracks
tattoo you, rolling stones,
cassette vinyl… uh… wax
skip bail, give it back
losing on the minutes
flip trails, double back
i’m speaking to the tenants
refined petroleum
they wonderin i i’m holdin em
catch a body in the rye
cahn’t feel that i be holden, dem
and i listen on the fly,
can’t feel what i behold in them

i just returned, back from
the galapagos islands
life marches on amid
quite a large amount of violence
a tortoise approached me,
she was over 100
i stood in awe
in the light of her form and her function
she learned a long time ago,
good times gotta end
spelled it out for me
a game of words with friends

keepin it between mayo and mustard, my friend
what’s custard, my friend?
go custer, ilves end
get the world flustered with marks of my pen

15 years of tracks produced by fear
stoic in the winess box doe,
facing a jury of my peers
i buzz, lighyear
step off from my gear
weapons check normal,
but no sign of life here

every day i wake up and to me my life is heaven
first step i take is to strive for better gettn
entrepreneurial spirit, like what resides in david geffen
cause at some point my life changed over to jet setting
i’m racking up the stories, making sure the shit’s compeling
give it a little welly, no staying nights in the telly
i haven’t copped a box chevy cause i just aint ready
steam up th beans and put some coffee in my belly
Life is just swelly (ayy)
On my fonzarelli (ayy)
I’d wave across the street but my arm is too heavy
cause i wa at the gym just now gettin sweaty

puttin time in, doing reps
bar below your chin, then you lift it off you chest
pressed to be the best
cashflow is on the next
better be able to put an egg inside the nest

Where you goin, kid, seems you on a sick trip
learnin lessons interspersing al my sick quips
nobody followin, i gave them all a quick slip
gave them all the quick slip