Ship tiny packages of words cross a lakefront
May front, laughing, it’s absurd
Misclick or list-trick rattling his nerves
Til his limbic is shattering his verve - swerve
Curved like the earth is, songs to immerse in;
Persons preferrin’ the turgid,
Jerks I can work with, hat on his face, guy
Put a lot of stitches in the fabric of spacetime
Save nine - lose the next twenty
Finna play Twi like ‘review the test? funny.’
D on Coco like how the dudes address Dunning
Got the truth addressed, drumming dude’ll do a dress, cunning
Running, sorta muse for trouble kids -
Sort amused by sorts of dudes who worse than human Flutters is
Utter spits - scared of phone calls, go through another six
Sleep a day, if goals’ll keep away I’ll do another inch
It’s like counting with an abacus; what a cinch.
Replace the mic, might, brush up on the specs now
I got class, they got their thumbs up with their heads down
I don’t make dresses? What the fuck, check the thread count.
There’s another tune tallied, som’ like that
Soon scowling, but I love the kids who fund my rap, and
Chewing on them might be work, so the fun might flag
Cus I’m like celery stalks without the sunshine swag
Meditative in the sense of kids in need of better placement
Get a better place, I make some music, claim I never made it
When I’m asked directly by family, like I never made it
When I’m eighty, I’ll sit in silence because I never made it.