Sack Lunch
Odder Colors
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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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