Ill mental
Not myself
I'm several people
All mediocre
I eat too much food for the little art I fart out
Dude lookin like a fool, fine art bullshit
An ambient mood sets in like psychedelics
I would say it proved to be excellent
But Shorn is myself
Born to be sketchy
Scared of my valentine sleeve
I craft a persona, exit, donned and Worn like the elements
Head upset at my fingers writing this
A blight to my level mind
A crime is what's inside my sick Simon says
A dozen guys and they're all me
Remind me who I'm this morning
Every day is a coup for the paper
Evidently I'm blue from exertion
Incredible the two of us can go anywhere
Come with me as I bottom out the LeSabre
I'm a who am I scout
Who at the root of myself
It was the anxiety guy
Knew it wasn't anyone else
I'm on who am I out
Who jumped the coup fell
Soon enough I boost down
Knew I couldn't do it myself
Ill mental
Not myself
I'm several people
All mediocre
I heave too much weed for the little art I breathe out
looking like fool, wine water Jesus
An ambient mood sets in like foggy mornings
Of course, we wipe the groggy out our ruddy eyes, important
Portion out the daily emotions
Schedule the cronies like a lookout
Push a persona to the forefront
And me
I hide behind like Oz
I thank you all a lot you've all been excellent
While I can rot
Selves, a lot and they're all me
Like a madman designed me
I did
Everyday is a coup for the basics
Evidently we losing recruits
Incredible the two of us can go anywhere
Follow me as I empty out the LeSabre
I'm a who am I scout
Who at the root of myself
It was the anxiety guy
Knew it wasn't anyone else
I'm on who am I out
Who jumped the coup fell
Soon enough I boost down
Knew I couldn't do it myself
Ill mental
Not myself
I'm several people
All mediocre
I drink too much coke for the little art I piss out
A full of it fool, my God easy
An ambient mood sets in like mental illness
Someone said my music excellent, I'm bored of it, myself
It speak to me tho, like one of the cronies
'Why you so close?'
said me to me, 'heh.. I don't even know you'
Perfect person -I'll never be- like beast of burden
One in eight persons existing in my nervous system not nervous
But they're all me like church wafers
Remind me like 50 first dates
Why it hurts today
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
Wild Night Lyrics
Yeah, Not myself
A thing for laughing at
Foolish dreamers shant be seen through camera camera eye
Race the oncoming night to find morale and its
A goosebumps kind of struggle deeper than emperor oxygen
Memory gets hazy if the music isn't sung
(he says)
"If the rhythm isn't snug, I biffed a buck, the end is near
Givin' up would never slide
I roll the punch and take a stride
I make a move, I got it nice
I gotta try, I'm out my mind"
Huh, not myself,
A thing of great despair
A thing of defect and intellect
A broken thing to be repaired
Status
Status
Gasp for air
Resuscitate
Captain's Log
Halfway there
To half percent
It's a hard road ahead
It's no easy thing
But the hard days flight he can be the wing
Keep a heart laced tight and the head down
Sharp blade knife and the evening wild
Wild night (x4)
Not myself
Breaker box for disbelief
Mellow Robinson
A conduit for "really?"
Some people like that rhyming
Others think it's funny
Sunk eagle is the climax
Of ideal function
Some people like that saga with a summer sunny
Such ego, get that dollar while another hungry
Cutscene
Mental problem and somewhere a junkie
Split screen
Mellow opposite an overdose
And who is that there gonna pay a way for fat dream
Through the stature of the blazen ways of last week
Math teach can you add an an extra bad thing so Adam's raps is spat clean like them nazz-teas
Doing that thing and he probably do it worse
And he got a black queen that he probably don't deserve
Superhuman soul and then Mellow poltergeist
Soothing love and hype is her like absurd
Wild night (x4)
A thing for laughing at
Foolish dreamers shant be seen through camera camera eye
Race the oncoming night to find morale and its
A goosebumps kind of struggle deeper than emperor oxygen
Memory gets hazy if the music isn't sung
(he says)
"If the rhythm isn't snug, I biffed a buck, the end is near
Givin' up would never slide
I roll the punch and take a stride
I make a move, I got it nice
I gotta try, I'm out my mind"
Huh, not myself,
A thing of great despair
A thing of defect and intellect
A broken thing to be repaired
Status
Status
Gasp for air
Resuscitate
Captain's Log
Halfway there
To half percent
It's a hard road ahead
It's no easy thing
But the hard days flight he can be the wing
Keep a heart laced tight and the head down
Sharp blade knife and the evening wild
Wild night (x4)
Not myself
Breaker box for disbelief
Mellow Robinson
A conduit for "really?"
Some people like that rhyming
Others think it's funny
Sunk eagle is the climax
Of ideal function
Some people like that saga with a summer sunny
Such ego, get that dollar while another hungry
Cutscene
Mental problem and somewhere a junkie
Split screen
Mellow opposite an overdose
And who is that there gonna pay a way for fat dream
Through the stature of the blazen ways of last week
Math teach can you add an an extra bad thing so Adam's raps is spat clean like them nazz-teas
Doing that thing and he probably do it worse
And he got a black queen that he probably don't deserve
Superhuman soul and then Mellow poltergeist
Soothing love and hype is her like absurd
Wild night (x4)
Youdy Lyrics
Used a cigarette crutch that's why he walk with a limp
It also hide him more, lowly on the street
it's a job to be paranoid, it's close to the wallet
They ain't tellin what he got in he closet
this'll make you literally nauseous
It's hard to reach the medicine man
His patients hide the medicine man
Patience, you will find the medicine man
Disguised as he leaves the office
Cross his arms and don't carry the product
Nobody sure how they get the deposit
But still it's obvious they filled they prescription
Don't mind the soil in your Tylenol
Assured it won't fry ya skull
Thinking harder than parmesan
Is it a farm or a pharmacy?
Skies blue walk to get some thoughts dislodged
Sticky mugs like hodgepodge
Nonetheless he screw off like a proper top dog
And few knew like undercover boss
Not myself, a friend of a friend
Rx fill up your meds
Never knew who he was like Love to the Zev
Cube roots is much deeper than dead
Hella heavy never got em steady headed
And he said he better but his dream he screams in heavy metal
Put the metal to the kettle
They thought the Hosso's social skills were gusto
Must've watched too many westerns
The heroes and their side arms turned to Henchmen for the stressed ones
Running shit from their bedrooms
Like John Lennon and Yoko
beaucoup denim
(Upper Bible belt)
Half these losers look like texans
Claim demigod worship demagogue
They nay-sayer wrong they dead to NM
*pop*
Heady in the AM gotta get em sent out
Get em to the right spaces like planogram
His friends are pure hearts Like he need a transplant
Set price no band camp
Bland ain't the damn word for these tan caps
Foreign language on the shirt don't know the definition
Goob glasses, looking like a hipster
Fuck the future with the pessimism
Steer clear with clever intuition
Psychic boy fire cough
Pissing wine the sherriff asked what the commotion was (commotion is)
He did a flip
The only thing he never did
Was the Kenosha kid
On the mums, he unlocked the puzzle
A better Hustle than owning pigs to snuff for black truffles
Could've sold them Kum & Go,
Five-O wont thumb his file til they hire Columbo
Furthermore No one heard of him like bergamot
Could they find him in this sprawling suburbia?
Saving for the baby' Parthenon and interim he peering through the curtain like Disturbia
It also hide him more, lowly on the street
it's a job to be paranoid, it's close to the wallet
They ain't tellin what he got in he closet
this'll make you literally nauseous
It's hard to reach the medicine man
His patients hide the medicine man
Patience, you will find the medicine man
Disguised as he leaves the office
Cross his arms and don't carry the product
Nobody sure how they get the deposit
But still it's obvious they filled they prescription
Don't mind the soil in your Tylenol
Assured it won't fry ya skull
Thinking harder than parmesan
Is it a farm or a pharmacy?
Skies blue walk to get some thoughts dislodged
Sticky mugs like hodgepodge
Nonetheless he screw off like a proper top dog
And few knew like undercover boss
Not myself, a friend of a friend
Rx fill up your meds
Never knew who he was like Love to the Zev
Cube roots is much deeper than dead
Hella heavy never got em steady headed
And he said he better but his dream he screams in heavy metal
Put the metal to the kettle
They thought the Hosso's social skills were gusto
Must've watched too many westerns
The heroes and their side arms turned to Henchmen for the stressed ones
Running shit from their bedrooms
Like John Lennon and Yoko
beaucoup denim
(Upper Bible belt)
Half these losers look like texans
Claim demigod worship demagogue
They nay-sayer wrong they dead to NM
*pop*
Heady in the AM gotta get em sent out
Get em to the right spaces like planogram
His friends are pure hearts Like he need a transplant
Set price no band camp
Bland ain't the damn word for these tan caps
Foreign language on the shirt don't know the definition
Goob glasses, looking like a hipster
Fuck the future with the pessimism
Steer clear with clever intuition
Psychic boy fire cough
Pissing wine the sherriff asked what the commotion was (commotion is)
He did a flip
The only thing he never did
Was the Kenosha kid
On the mums, he unlocked the puzzle
A better Hustle than owning pigs to snuff for black truffles
Could've sold them Kum & Go,
Five-O wont thumb his file til they hire Columbo
Furthermore No one heard of him like bergamot
Could they find him in this sprawling suburbia?
Saving for the baby' Parthenon and interim he peering through the curtain like Disturbia
Here Lyrics
TEST
As the wattage wobble, wait
Vibes from out the eyes unless a puzzle on a wave
It's a dozen of em a day
Suckers for a giving tree
Such a sudden change from huddle angrily with a pall mall
What you saw dawg
In a stare down said 'ain't looking at nothing like some doll eyes,' very slick, derelict wanna hobnob
In the Wal-Mart
life story time but not all, dude's forty, lying, turn the fog off, you saw his cigs, keep the paws off
No respect
Pass the wattage wobble TEST
Zoom on true intentions and he bet you'll find the rest
Not the boy he grew up as
Not to foil your hustle
But the mushrooms shock his eye open
Hardly trust the kawaii chosen
At first
You mistook him for a different person
Type to let you run your mouth and then talk about it in his verses
I mean don't get him wrong he was the Motherfucker in a minivan running red lights in the dead of night smoking metal pipes and l&m lights gone off xans no call no show rapping bland, hook all loco he's so tan now so mayo tape his hands to coca cola
He got problems don't get twisted joker
On the patches he a pissy smoker
Not the type to not get your struggle
Mr forgiveness hand out do overs
But these motherfuckers here got some nerve
Never tried for shit except a dime bag (dime bag)
Hundred 60 K are under Ozark curse
Asking for a dollar he say why that (why that)
And he don't talk much
Don't got buds
Blow off friends
Low down man
Keep nose round chin
Not in thy hometown man
Your word of mouth bland
Not myself
A rotten punk if nothing else but 'scuse the haughty he would hurl if he were ever such a jerk
And he careful with the feelings
Speech limited Darjeeling
Pissed off constantly but the realest at concealing so
What say not myself if nothing else than watch thyself to dirty pervs his hottie girl has got to swerve throughout ungodly work
Sentence
Yeah they kinda iconic
But tell it to an icon and it's kind of insulting
Business is failing the lofts above left to be
How this house still stand after a century?
City limits stiffen lip from the putrid cologne of those
who found the underside of bridges a suitable home
And he not mad about
He sad about it
Discouraging when half the population can't live without some drug or habit
Not myself is also sadly
A plot so nasty
Quoth the pigeon
"Wip wip wip"
His boss is bitching
Get get get
That pot to piss in
Fuck your feelings
If you want a paycheck
They gotta ignore what the body's saying
If they're to pay for the souls
They gotta ignore what the mind is saying
If they're to pay for the clothes
(unfortunately)
The worst motherfuckers are so self assured
Hit him with some bogus most ridiculous shit he ever heard
Another every other second its getting him the head is hurt
Imagine this town disappeared, now that's a better world
As the wattage wobble, wait
Vibes from out the eyes unless a puzzle on a wave
It's a dozen of em a day
Suckers for a giving tree
Such a sudden change from huddle angrily with a pall mall
What you saw dawg
In a stare down said 'ain't looking at nothing like some doll eyes,' very slick, derelict wanna hobnob
In the Wal-Mart
life story time but not all, dude's forty, lying, turn the fog off, you saw his cigs, keep the paws off
No respect
Pass the wattage wobble TEST
Zoom on true intentions and he bet you'll find the rest
Not the boy he grew up as
Not to foil your hustle
But the mushrooms shock his eye open
Hardly trust the kawaii chosen
At first
You mistook him for a different person
Type to let you run your mouth and then talk about it in his verses
I mean don't get him wrong he was the Motherfucker in a minivan running red lights in the dead of night smoking metal pipes and l&m lights gone off xans no call no show rapping bland, hook all loco he's so tan now so mayo tape his hands to coca cola
He got problems don't get twisted joker
On the patches he a pissy smoker
Not the type to not get your struggle
Mr forgiveness hand out do overs
But these motherfuckers here got some nerve
Never tried for shit except a dime bag (dime bag)
Hundred 60 K are under Ozark curse
Asking for a dollar he say why that (why that)
And he don't talk much
Don't got buds
Blow off friends
Low down man
Keep nose round chin
Not in thy hometown man
Your word of mouth bland
Not myself
A rotten punk if nothing else but 'scuse the haughty he would hurl if he were ever such a jerk
And he careful with the feelings
Speech limited Darjeeling
Pissed off constantly but the realest at concealing so
What say not myself if nothing else than watch thyself to dirty pervs his hottie girl has got to swerve throughout ungodly work
Sentence
Yeah they kinda iconic
But tell it to an icon and it's kind of insulting
Business is failing the lofts above left to be
How this house still stand after a century?
City limits stiffen lip from the putrid cologne of those
who found the underside of bridges a suitable home
And he not mad about
He sad about it
Discouraging when half the population can't live without some drug or habit
Not myself is also sadly
A plot so nasty
Quoth the pigeon
"Wip wip wip"
His boss is bitching
Get get get
That pot to piss in
Fuck your feelings
If you want a paycheck
They gotta ignore what the body's saying
If they're to pay for the souls
They gotta ignore what the mind is saying
If they're to pay for the clothes
(unfortunately)
The worst motherfuckers are so self assured
Hit him with some bogus most ridiculous shit he ever heard
Another every other second its getting him the head is hurt
Imagine this town disappeared, now that's a better world
Suspicious Lyrics
Ominous honest anonymous say
Sold at the bottom of zed
Solemn I say,
'The song is the same and I'd sworn to put out of my head'
Honest to god azure rotten today
Under a column of bread
Doldrum in space
The sky is a plane and I try to see yellow and red
Solid as she,
Column of rock
Falling on me so my thoughts
All on my jeans
A masseur sucks in the sky
So I format my dos
Crawling on me
All of my costs
Olives and line ringing hot
Acid agrees
(as all it's done to my head)
It's a lot
Checkerboard patterns are lost from detectives
He curses his blessings
And sets embers to cream and lives in the shoes of the desert filling the seam of a sequin and Shinola silly mistake in a section of seven of eight in the cement of samples
oh look he's done it now ain't he
Got the approval stampin
Ominous honest anonymous say
Sold at the bottom of zed
Solemn I say,
'The song is the same and I'd sworn to put out of my head'
Honest to god azure rotten today
Under a column of lead
Jejunum in place
My sides are in pain and the meter's in yellow and red
Sold at the bottom of zed
Solemn I say,
'The song is the same and I'd sworn to put out of my head'
Honest to god azure rotten today
Under a column of bread
Doldrum in space
The sky is a plane and I try to see yellow and red
Solid as she,
Column of rock
Falling on me so my thoughts
All on my jeans
A masseur sucks in the sky
So I format my dos
Crawling on me
All of my costs
Olives and line ringing hot
Acid agrees
(as all it's done to my head)
It's a lot
Checkerboard patterns are lost from detectives
He curses his blessings
And sets embers to cream and lives in the shoes of the desert filling the seam of a sequin and Shinola silly mistake in a section of seven of eight in the cement of samples
oh look he's done it now ain't he
Got the approval stampin
Ominous honest anonymous say
Sold at the bottom of zed
Solemn I say,
'The song is the same and I'd sworn to put out of my head'
Honest to god azure rotten today
Under a column of lead
Jejunum in place
My sides are in pain and the meter's in yellow and red
Despair! Lyrics
Something like it
Some like it sickly sweet and others like it spicy
Make it caffeinated
Make it vaporized or activated
Combusted or fermented
We want ethanol and nicotine
We want serotonin endorphin dopamine
We want stimulation intervene
We want less a valley in between
the peaks
It's the sleep all day
But the way our dreams are shaping up we gotta find a different way to get some rest
At our best when we are helping
Try to keep the body healthy
Yeah here's to feeling like its something soon
That's gonna come around and prove my inkling of impending doom
People tell me bout a green cheese moon
People tell me I should cc soon
But I keep me room
And I eat me Shrooms
Not magic
Vitamins to keep me moving
An addict
Feed us each teaspoons of madness
With this heat treat gloom I've had it
Wanna meet me tomb but actually
Wanna keep going to a time when my minds figured out
When I silence this ugly inside my sinus and mouth
When I find a reduction of the sighing and shouts
What am I even rhyming about?
I'd say nothing like the potato but they know I'd be nano Adam
If it would help with despair oh just a pair of atoms
If I've ever had a care about my hair or stature
That'll pass as a mammal
And enamel is a panel of oil companies on global warming
I don't wanna alarm you
But they're gonna destroy it even more
In cahoots with the hippie galoot with a flute in my dome piece
Sitting in my nose reach
Inhale slowly
Burnt tobacco leaves
Circus act gloating
Cuz they won again
MOTHERFUCKER BITCH
IF I DON'T GET SOME PEACE AND QUIET SOON THEN IMMA FLIP
ONE SIDE TELLING ME THAT IM A PIECE OF SHIT
Other side promise just want one single cigarette
Single cigarette
Just one more cigarette
In the back of my mind, a television set
Civil with the hatred
Fiddle with the aces
Assimilate the sacred
Grinning with the ashes sizzle smoke in a griddle over flame pit
Trouble imitating faces
Stagnation gold plated
Oh no
Kibble for survival
Right hand dinner on the bible
A picture of the title of an alien cookbook I don't have the supplies for
Who's got time for
Blues on tightrope
Sitting watch the tube and I go
Oh no
Another thing
A bad day is only a plot twist around the corner
Dramatic music and I'm cold as ice like foreigner
Stormier days were sure seen before me
But I seen cloud cover from jersey to long beach
It's a problem.
Or do I see through the haze of depression?
End the song with a question
Some like it sickly sweet and others like it spicy
Make it caffeinated
Make it vaporized or activated
Combusted or fermented
We want ethanol and nicotine
We want serotonin endorphin dopamine
We want stimulation intervene
We want less a valley in between
the peaks
It's the sleep all day
But the way our dreams are shaping up we gotta find a different way to get some rest
At our best when we are helping
Try to keep the body healthy
Yeah here's to feeling like its something soon
That's gonna come around and prove my inkling of impending doom
People tell me bout a green cheese moon
People tell me I should cc soon
But I keep me room
And I eat me Shrooms
Not magic
Vitamins to keep me moving
An addict
Feed us each teaspoons of madness
With this heat treat gloom I've had it
Wanna meet me tomb but actually
Wanna keep going to a time when my minds figured out
When I silence this ugly inside my sinus and mouth
When I find a reduction of the sighing and shouts
What am I even rhyming about?
I'd say nothing like the potato but they know I'd be nano Adam
If it would help with despair oh just a pair of atoms
If I've ever had a care about my hair or stature
That'll pass as a mammal
And enamel is a panel of oil companies on global warming
I don't wanna alarm you
But they're gonna destroy it even more
In cahoots with the hippie galoot with a flute in my dome piece
Sitting in my nose reach
Inhale slowly
Burnt tobacco leaves
Circus act gloating
Cuz they won again
MOTHERFUCKER BITCH
IF I DON'T GET SOME PEACE AND QUIET SOON THEN IMMA FLIP
ONE SIDE TELLING ME THAT IM A PIECE OF SHIT
Other side promise just want one single cigarette
Single cigarette
Just one more cigarette
In the back of my mind, a television set
Civil with the hatred
Fiddle with the aces
Assimilate the sacred
Grinning with the ashes sizzle smoke in a griddle over flame pit
Trouble imitating faces
Stagnation gold plated
Oh no
Kibble for survival
Right hand dinner on the bible
A picture of the title of an alien cookbook I don't have the supplies for
Who's got time for
Blues on tightrope
Sitting watch the tube and I go
Oh no
Another thing
A bad day is only a plot twist around the corner
Dramatic music and I'm cold as ice like foreigner
Stormier days were sure seen before me
But I seen cloud cover from jersey to long beach
It's a problem.
Or do I see through the haze of depression?
End the song with a question
Little Wing Lyrics
... Don't play with me,
Right now it gives me chills
I might explode, I feel a buzzing in my spine I don't know why
You'll blame yourself,
Maybe you won't notice that I'm fidgeting
Do my best at make believe, In the clouds like little wing
Don't praise me
I feel I might be the antagonist
Squeamish doesn't get the silk until the worm transcends insect
Expose the pics of courage
Where phobia die
Take everything like giving tree
Take anything like little wing
You'd do the same
A fool won't feed the hungry one who saved their life
And made it nice but
Fool, I fuel the flame.
Robust symbiosis
But I think I get more
When I'm sad you comfort me, &
come to me like little wing
Don't wait for me
I don't deserve to take your time n
Fuckin feel it(low)
Like, like I can't eat it though
Ate them even so
My psyche on even flow
Buddy, that's a (joke)
My, my, my uneven slope
HI there I'm on easy stuff
Used to fuck with Jesus dope
Now I'm depressed cuz God hates me
Ha
I might be crazy
I know when I went all over round I would frown a thousand miles
But now I've got my little wing, gives me thousand smiles
Right now it gives me chills
I might explode, I feel a buzzing in my spine I don't know why
You'll blame yourself,
Maybe you won't notice that I'm fidgeting
Do my best at make believe, In the clouds like little wing
Don't praise me
I feel I might be the antagonist
Squeamish doesn't get the silk until the worm transcends insect
Expose the pics of courage
Where phobia die
Take everything like giving tree
Take anything like little wing
You'd do the same
A fool won't feed the hungry one who saved their life
And made it nice but
Fool, I fuel the flame.
Robust symbiosis
But I think I get more
When I'm sad you comfort me, &
come to me like little wing
Don't wait for me
I don't deserve to take your time n
Fuckin feel it(low)
Like, like I can't eat it though
Ate them even so
My psyche on even flow
Buddy, that's a (joke)
My, my, my uneven slope
HI there I'm on easy stuff
Used to fuck with Jesus dope
Now I'm depressed cuz God hates me
Ha
I might be crazy
I know when I went all over round I would frown a thousand miles
But now I've got my little wing, gives me thousand smiles
Dave Brubeck Lyrics
Nosferatu is my father
Possum hang across the rafters
Pigeon flutter ever upward
K mart
It's a nail on the outside
Outer edge n bent it downward
Lighter whit the flint a bouncin
Lighter than the ozone layer
Locker case where all the blood at
Basket case for all the buzzards
Coldest feet among the Folgers
Oldest reef amid the oil rigs
Mobius strip is how my life
Leæther strip is how my ears
USB is how my choices
Kosher salt is how my voice is
Lyric comment on my coyness
Wooden drummer on my wristie
Water bottle society
Saving gained notoriety
Vinyl records are my aura
Petrified aesthetic
Coca cola aquaduct
King Cobra is my doctor
Cheekin what ya voklie for?
Border collie hardly joy
Fiber ultra fiver push
Wire optic high stone age
Finest Acapulco Gold
Mighty mighty ugly tones
Get me going in the morn
Get me going in for broke
Donnie Darko at the window
Bob barker on the cymbals
On the television, pictures
Picture power figure say his allies you and the enemy evil
Watch them fall for it like Rome
Watch them doin what they told
Spock, shocking upheavals
Stocking up on mystery
Mispronouncing fearlessly
Nothing there a clear drinky
Pacify a mere binky
Askin' them a what ya thinking
Castaway the ugly inchworm
Wilson in a game of pickup
Books were lost at sea
Carharted modern bard
Fire hardened on the farm
Parboiled in your arms
Not my voice on the phone
Not my face in the mirror
Gargoyles aren't stone
Matter how they might appear
You will see they're made of fear
If I'm Not myself then who is?
Not myself but then who am I?
Couple jokers out a new deck
Whither way the boolean fly
Either day I'm either Eeyore
Or a three toe in the treetops
Or Dr Gonzo in the bathtub
Haven't cracked the code yet either
Robin hood might be my hero
I find art along the street
Not my face that's in the mirror
Not my voice that's in the beat
Not the faintest bit of dope
All that glitter isn't hope
All them cinema n shows
Not the shit for everyone
Life ain't all a Fiji Water
Unless you got the avocado
Those folks are olive garden
Never had a hot tamale
And Propeller portabello
Shot ya burger tween the lettuce
bun lost most its sesame
The beef, they haven't noticed.
Possum hang across the rafters
Pigeon flutter ever upward
K mart
It's a nail on the outside
Outer edge n bent it downward
Lighter whit the flint a bouncin
Lighter than the ozone layer
Locker case where all the blood at
Basket case for all the buzzards
Coldest feet among the Folgers
Oldest reef amid the oil rigs
Mobius strip is how my life
Leæther strip is how my ears
USB is how my choices
Kosher salt is how my voice is
Lyric comment on my coyness
Wooden drummer on my wristie
Water bottle society
Saving gained notoriety
Vinyl records are my aura
Petrified aesthetic
Coca cola aquaduct
King Cobra is my doctor
Cheekin what ya voklie for?
Border collie hardly joy
Fiber ultra fiver push
Wire optic high stone age
Finest Acapulco Gold
Mighty mighty ugly tones
Get me going in the morn
Get me going in for broke
Donnie Darko at the window
Bob barker on the cymbals
On the television, pictures
Picture power figure say his allies you and the enemy evil
Watch them fall for it like Rome
Watch them doin what they told
Spock, shocking upheavals
Stocking up on mystery
Mispronouncing fearlessly
Nothing there a clear drinky
Pacify a mere binky
Askin' them a what ya thinking
Castaway the ugly inchworm
Wilson in a game of pickup
Books were lost at sea
Carharted modern bard
Fire hardened on the farm
Parboiled in your arms
Not my voice on the phone
Not my face in the mirror
Gargoyles aren't stone
Matter how they might appear
You will see they're made of fear
If I'm Not myself then who is?
Not myself but then who am I?
Couple jokers out a new deck
Whither way the boolean fly
Either day I'm either Eeyore
Or a three toe in the treetops
Or Dr Gonzo in the bathtub
Haven't cracked the code yet either
Robin hood might be my hero
I find art along the street
Not my face that's in the mirror
Not my voice that's in the beat
Not the faintest bit of dope
All that glitter isn't hope
All them cinema n shows
Not the shit for everyone
Life ain't all a Fiji Water
Unless you got the avocado
Those folks are olive garden
Never had a hot tamale
And Propeller portabello
Shot ya burger tween the lettuce
bun lost most its sesame
The beef, they haven't noticed.
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