Hat low / dressed to the eights First shot / always sets them straight Labor Day / managing your waste Ground Floor / meaning don’t be late Always some kind of st- sticky situation drumming off Always some kind of unkind plot I can’t give no details on Always a new one of you boys out here runnin’ my stress higher Always an old man down on his knees confessin’ his desires How many times do I check these fools for what they fail to know? How many times should I throw these deadbeats down with my true flow? How many days do I dream of watching ducks swim by the pool? How many years will it take for this old pain to turn to fuel? How many years? Pain turn to How many years? Pain turn to How many years? Pain turn to How many years? Pain turn to Bat high / dressed to the nines Last hit / kiss the boys goodbye Labor pain / managing the gains Fresh tricks / call me David Blaine Fresh Crew Here Thanks To The Lord Above Fresh Crew Cuts Reveal All The Chosen Ones Fresh Air Shower Stretch It’s A Virgin Hour Fresh Kicks Clean Teeth Head To The Kitchen Counter Sunlight hits, eyes start to squint, The King James Bible 's back in print The morning soothes, ears on the muse This new life tastes like peppermint Don’t blink too much, a stone of flint The paradigm begins to shift The creatures rise, eyes on the prize, No need to read Lord of the Flies How many days do I dream of watching ducks swim by the pool? How many years will it take for this old pain to turn to fuel? History launched in heaven precisely when the sea began Call for reinforcement : grow this million mile wingspan Please don’t leave me all alone in this field with that straw man The truth is if the ocean’s Slim : it’s high tea time to be a Stan The truth is if the ocean’s Slim : it’s high tea time to be a Stan The truth is if the ocean’s Slim : it’s high tea time to be a Stan The truth is if the ocean’s Slim : it’s high tea time to be a Stan The truth is if the ocean’s Slim : it’s high tea time to be a Stan

A lot of y’all have me twisted Think I’m here to give / but I’m here to collect Already walked down the trail of tears Beady eyes study me / reading light on / as I cleanse Parking lot podium / Kung Fu Panda but could you please spare the advice? Up and running just fine after bullying me with your friends on Superbowl night Call my house a stockade / beat a dead horse down when you know she’s already weak But please tell me more of your demands when you know I’m out stranded in a cold winter breeze My issues with these guys run like water in the Rhine Let me throw a book together / bind the pages with my spine My issues with these lies / last longer soaked in brine Throw Throw myself together / Mean Girl A Frankenstein Throw Throw myself together / Mean Girl A Frankenstein Is she Einstein? / Let’s wrap her up in bailing twine Corner of the room / There she waits like a holy shrine Bordeaux blend / Fielding balls by the fieldline Crayola White / TV Trope / A chalk outline Digging in her pockets / Still broke on the lunchline Trees in her palms / Every road has a stop sign Ceasefire border / She sure can build a greenline He's thinkin’ 69 / She knows a concubine Shrew taming, stone framing, buying, selling, surnaming, Stock market, long trading, job training, black gaming, Is it any wonder that I’m still here complaining? Is it any wonder that I’m still here complaining? Tell me: is it true that boys find this entertaining? Is it any wonder that my voice is still straining? Is it any wonder that my nerves are still grating? Is it any wonder that the moonlight stays waning? Everything I do is for a clean Skylar / for the clean air Clean compounds / Clean growth Clean chemistry / but I’m downward dog on my knees Cleanin' Chad’s car / pavement / ninety degrees Let me feel the damage Car wash / short handed Daily carry is my baggage Ride along cuz I’m famished Doctor shares the news But I’m thinkin’ of a deli sandwich Not the teacher Who failed you / interest compounded A lot of y’all bout to see a new side of me Think I’m here to give / but this business ain’t a charity. Trade my guitar for an RV This daylight is burnin’ fast But you know I don’t need the sleep Call me Iron Chef Steakhouse Newbie Breakin' bad out in the Sun It ain’t nothin’ to me Old Film Reel or New Mount Fuji Call me Noah Girl / I can be whatever you need Call me Allie Boy / we can hide out in the boonies Bringin’ all the people back out to the movies Bringin’ all the misfits / Map for the Goonies Bringin’ all the cage birds / Space for the Loonies Bringin’ all the big names / Amal Clooney Bringin’ all the people back out to the movies Is she over me? / is he undermine? Just know that I stay here for the bottom line Just know that I'm here first sit back & recline Just know that I'm here first chemicals combine Just know that I'm here / protecting paradise Just know that I'll stay / and play in overtime Just know that I'm here / Lou Dog to your Sublime Just know that I'll stay straight / for the Bottom Line

Truth is: a lot y’all look like you’ve got nothin’ truly fun goin' on Truth is: I’m a monster. Come see what I’ve got hidden back in the garage Law dogs sniffin’ up my driveway; tho I swear I ain’t done nothin’ wrong Bad dogs love the sweet smell of adventure; ears perkin’ up at my songs Good dogs can’t keep it on the sidewalk; good dogs can’t tell where they belong Hot dogs love to be at the party; sweatin’ center stage in the midst of it all All dogs love the smell of a basket case; love the meat inside that bone How the hell did I end up out here Lord I swear I ain’t done nothin’ wrong How the hell did I end up out here Lord I swear I ain’t done nothin’ wrong How the hell did I end up out here Lord I swear I ain’t done nothin’ wrong Truth is: a lot of y’all look like you might mess up the clean up I’m goin’ on Truth is: I’m a rattlesnake. Hear me hiss if you try to come with sabotage. Law dogs follow me down the highway; tho I swear I ain’t done nothin’ wrong Bad dogs pullin’ up beside me; live 5-0 done beg them to stop Good dogs can’t keep it in the right lane; good dogs get lost when they merge Hot dogs love to blow it right past me; burnin’ rubber fast Daytona splurge All dogs love the smell of a basket case; love the meat inside that bone How the hell did I end up out here Lord I swear I ain’t done nothin’ wrong How the hell did I end up out here Lord I swear I ain’t done nothin’ wrong How the hell did I end up out here Lord I swear I ain’t done nothin’ wrong How the hell did I end up out here Lord I swear I ain’t done nothin’ wrong How the hell did I end up out here Lord I swear I ain’t done nothin’ wrong Truth is: one of y’all in the yard Pusher man pushin’ my back ‘gainst the wall Truth is: one of y’all in the bushes b— bankrollin’ Banksy’s downfall Some of y’all ask me too many questions Don’t know how to keep them second guessin’ Some of y’all can’t handle the business Don’t know how to cover your tracks like a wiz kid Middle of the night / wake from deep slumber Slip across the runway / then take the Red Eye Cover me / all black deep jungle vibes Nuts fallin’ from the trees / now help me hide Alt attitude | alternate dimensions Sci - fi season | new grants for research Alt attitude | alternate dimensions Sit your ass down and watch from bleachers Alt attitude | alternate dimensions Sci - fi season | Smart mouth ; a teacher Alt attitude | alternative dimensions Sci - fi Cowgirl | She’s a Texas preacher

Spitfire rap or smoked country? Corner store or barbecue glazed meat? Hash brown or cast iron veggies? Fly paper bags of hallway feeds. Eight lanes of traffic and farm roads. Sports engine power train four doors. High pressure on the smooth pavement. Low speed to load up that drive train. Dad's baseball caps or one Stetson? Gas, diesel, hoes dance to freedom. That socket needs a wrench allen. I can see for miles per gallon. Mom's recipe or new flavors? Off roadin' gave me ground clearance. Lift chair the frame from low carriage. Too hot to trot hip-hop marriage. Too hot to trot hip-hop marriage. Spitfire rap or smoked country. Too hot to trot hip-hop marriage. Spitfire rap or smoked country. Too hot to trot hip-hop marriage. Spitfire rap or smoked country. Too hot to trot hip-hop marriage. Spitfire rap or smoked country. Now you see me, now you don't. Now you see me, now you don't. Now you see me, now you don't. Now you see me, now you don't. That's what some call a full nelson. That's what some call true damn leverage. That's what some call a full nelson. That's what some call true damn leverage.

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talk about one hell of a job never seen a bigger playground under one boss walk about; can’t walk on board take my white collar meetings down by the shore access to the city funds get my kickbacks when the damn deals are done born to rule with the Gift of command two cold velvet hammers birth right in my hands got the most sway of everyone I know watch my tides sway forth back to and fro got the most lays anywhere I go watch me make believe it’s somethin’ I don’t know got the most sway of everyone I know watch my tides sway forth back to and fro got the most lays anywhere I go watch me make believe it’s somethin’ I don’t know learned hard from Bugs & Capone when they tell their vice, lift the phone; you called? well respected out by the sea takin’ on these dirty men and their dirty machines access to the city funds get my kickbacks when the damn deals are done born to rule with the Gift of command two cold velvet hammers birth right in my hands four blue wheels one private chauffeur 8 grand long cut raccoon fur coat lavish parties, Czar of the Ritz pop the champagne bottles Krieg of the Blitz talk about one hell of a job too many damn bootleggers linin’ up these docks talk about one hell of a job talk about one hell of a job talk about one hell of a job talk about one hell of a job and all them beach towns well they’ve got their seasons watch em’ make it hard while I stay speakin’ easy and all them beach babes well they’ve got their reasons watch em’ strip it off i am a secret beacon and all them beach boys should be tried for treason sour patch deals cuz they b needin’ sweetenin’ and all them beach days filled to the brim with heathens crosses on your necks cocaine snortin’ deacons talk about one hell of a job never seen a bigger playground under one boss walk about; can’t walk on board take my white collar meetings down by the shore access to the city funds get my kickbacks when the damn deals are done born to rule with the Gift of command two cold velvet hammers birth right in my hands and all them beach towns well they’ve got their seasons watch em’ make it hard while I stay speakin’ easy and all them beach babes well they’ve got their reasons watch em’ strip it off i am a secret beacon and all them beach boys should be tried for treason sour patch deals cuz they b needin’ sweetenin’ and all them beach days filled to the brim with heathens crosses on your necks cocaine snortin’ deacons

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