tryna glide a kite into a swimming pool,
The accuracy required is more than i can bear the haul,
It's pegging me down, I don't feel so gay anymore,
But I trust a gust of wind will put a halt to the maul.
i think everybody tries to to be very much like parrots
with the same sqibbity sqwark squark and it's a hidden malice,
the chains of the post-gays, speared over the atlas,
The pondweed is infested with unequivocally large badgers.
Zoomin' up the bile duct ready to emulsify,
the chronic inflammation this fire has spread across the times,
the variations of rhythm and pitch cannot be simplified,
because my dawg is so intricately tied, by that I mean my pride,
so everything is up for debate which I would bring up in the church,
during this mass debation sounds of intense relief can be heard,
people are drawn towards the collage of the new order,
and by the new order, I mean NO FUCKING ORDER
now really fast- better make it boy, better take it boy, never fake it boy, you da graetest boy, iron brazen boy, you can face it boy, make it chase you boy, it can't take you boy
tried to display a man bespoke to his own
if only i'd known
that i'd be on the brink of losing all of the values i hold
never been told
it's always been a journey of innovation and fortitude
like a car-eater gleaming over the ford it chewed
it's all an insistency to grab a ferm hold on the truth
it's all i spit in the booth
because it's shit that a grew
I made this biltz in front view
holding grip to the view
well now i'm happy to poo
(now really really really fast)- better make it boy, better take it boy, never fake it boy, you da graetest boy, iron brazen boy, you can face it boy, make it chase you boy, it can't take you boy