Lyrics:
swear my lyrics won’t be half as bad
I’ll write all the music
But the drums will still be played by Chad
Let me write Chili Peppers an album
Let me write
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
quite a lot. maybe that's normal when the band's not
On the scene for a while. but after that it feels really good to have,
Actually, a new album ready
The village square stands quiet
The curfew still enforced
The streets are even clear of dogs and whores
Like some evil bird of prey
The scaffold
By momma been scold
For so long so low
Travel solo just to keep a lo pro
Pocket and pipe full of stones
A comb, his phone
He scroll till he numb
Bad
Sammy on a stick
cbout a week or two later, I drove by there again
cnd Sammy's arms and vest and torso had all been placed in
Yeah construction had been
Does your sister still work at that awful place?
Is the office all remote or face to face?
Will we fall into an easy conversation without
The scaffolds
I feel—I feel compelled to[01:40.71]I—I was inspired by other outros like Note to Self by J. Cole on 2014[01:51.24]I listen to the whole album top
The village square stands quiet
The curfew still enforced
The streets are even clear of dogs and whores
Like some evil bird-of-prey
The scaffold
Death you read the bible
Death you read the lease
Assuming your survival
Depends on things like these
Have I been preyed upon
By Darwin,
to all the people from his scaffold in the square
He told them of the things he found, but they didn't seem to care
He said the laws were obsolete,
Blinded by that Raleigh glare in the staged halls of history,
built upon rotting stumps and phantom calls of freedom
Dog-whistled through nostalgia
made him old.
And he privateers are dead
By scaffolds raised by their employers
I dug a pit up in a boulder
And found that all my friends were older
I
of our national poet decorated
By the flag of the nation of nationalists degraded
Pride to the country full of despots stimulated
By the avarice races,
An eccentric oddity
And twisted by design
A beautiful elicit sound
An aura of divine
Led by a shadow of madness
He points to his orchestration
Bouncing back like jello
Another chubby fellow smashing bars non metal
Catch me on the scaffold banging them pins
Or on the swing stage hanging in
If you were tired of my misery
Would you come near
The scaffolds swayed with such uncertainty
All those years
That one fateful October day
Gripped
get to the point where we don't feel good enough
We all get to a point where our identities
Are so defined by the world's messaging
We can't even hear
"How does she support it sans scaffold?"
She must have a polycarbon spine
Her behind makes going to the bathroom a hassle
How you shit with all that ass
Now we upper echelon
Goals for the gold and the green
Like a leprechaun
I'm by myself but they riding with me
Like a Peloton
And I'm still Connected
to be dismissed
By the universe, so on myths subsist
Now D.E.S.T.R.O.Y. can dissolve that mist
A synaptic override by credence
Dilution of self control
their time has long since passed
Vanity weathered, struck of in the storm
Leaving an aura, of violence unborn
Climbing the scaffold of a dying universe
don't need me
But still do anything to please me
Yeaahh right, make my night
I catch a opp by the spot it's on site
Bodies gon drop like the switch
you chew, you feed
On the suffering of others
You waste, you drain, you blew it
Until we're nothing but skeletal scaffolds
Watch the world go by
It's
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