lyrics
I like how my car cycles through all known users of
Bluetooth connections to find one that’s open
But also of course when I uh, roll to a stop um,
Sometimes the Dot kid bumps into encroaching this old thought,
The person who owned my car last, her name is Emily.
The Tiguan, remembers her heavily,
Searching for her phone again,
But all it finds is me Dev with Weatherbox queued up to
Youtube The Clouds while I do stunts and few stump but lyrics like those,
I wanna write a Lord Beerus light type poem.
Lay it onto a gold record fear enticed tomb
and I roam, roam roam, the training never stops.
It’s always little thoughts on who I am or am I liked enough or,
Did I get those likes I want?
Ah shit, forget it I’m
Gonna block the brain and focus on the lemon chicken, shit I’m
Gonna block the brain and focus on the Lemon chicken, shit my
Pen is sharp, my pen is dull
Really does it matter dude
All I nigga needs is vision, gumption, plus the attitude.
Maybe like a rack or two for gas so I could
Scatter through the past I wanna
Do it like my dad with living latitude,
Passion too. Yes of course I got it, it’s been covered.
Navel is the poster child for the funny buzzer bee
Adopted as a teen,
Many notes took about the operation of the Ruby Team
And oh I worked it out dog!
And my voice makes the sun rise, and I’m lookin up to Sun Wise
and I’m feeling super tongue tied
Get to feeling super sponge rhymes, this is my sponge rhyme.
Soak it all up if you could find,
A combination of heeding a good time,
But if you can’t dog it’s no pressure,
Sometimes I just spit simply for the pleasure uh,
That was right up on the header uh,
Imma do it super better, uh.
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EPIC,
released August 15, 2021
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