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Y'all foam padded yeah your point is moot
Poignant truth I'm foam padding in a noisy booth
Diamond in the rough umami in the Soylent blue
Working under pressure like Kamaji in the boiler room
I'm transparent yeah I'm voiyer proof
Expand awareness as a light hobby
Ain't no myopic Cyclops but I got my blind spots
Life plot with more holes than a fly swatter with dry rot
Like the beard on a dwarf here's the long and the short
On deck for years sitting spitting rocking the porch
Damn right it's past time like popular sports
For my tip of the hat top of the morn
So left field the homers ricochet the foul pole
House fold poker face will titillate a hound dog
Mouth all smiles teeth finer than a louse comb
Walk a flame without a single pane to leave the house cold
Smash the beat like the limiters down low
And all without a stutter like that pig in the outro
Everything I didn't say's a mouth full
But what I did is bound to keep you thinking til the cows home

Sack lunch black top marble maze
Sourdough peanut butter marmalade
Pogo stick bloody knuckles Simon says
Chocolate milk by the carton any time of day
I want to be a kid again give me back my innocence
I remember I could make a mission out of anything
Out here trying to make a living trying to make a hit again
But these kids they keep on throwing dirt over this hidden gem

Is it naptime yet
I'll sleep anywhere this is van life yep
Cot in the moment on that improvised crash site flex
Turn a black ice slip into a damn nice bed yeah
This the whole kit and caboodle
I'm the cream of the crop the whole whip on the bushel
The whole biz broke in like old mitt's with a cue ball
Its just troll after troll I'm in toll bridge the musical
They throwing shade all the time like a sundial
Dumb crowds got me spun out no blood vial
Bluffing like they got more faces than a drug trial
But to my face don't hear them saying nothing like a butt dial
Fly as a dung pile these actors aren't a factor
Just people on the set like lincoln with a blood hound
I'm speaking from the chest yup I keep blowing these lungs out
Over everyone's heads yeah they sleeping in a bunkhouse
Sometimes I want someone to tell me split a tibia
Dixie cup of Pixie dust yup I need a pick me up
A break from throwing fisticuffs like quarters at the city bus
At anything that don't support me orbiting these idioms

Sack lunch black top marble maze
Sourdough peanut butter marmalade
Pogo stick bloody knuckles Simon says
Chocolate milk by the carton any time of day
I want to be a kid again give me back my innocence
I remember I could make a mission out of anything
Out here trying to make a living trying to make a hit again
But these kids they keep on throwing dirt over this hidden gem

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