Yah
A couple of hiccups and now I'm lookin up
Lickity split, I make a run for the summit
This could be it so I never waste a second
Child of consumption, couldn't pick up many marbles
A marvel I even function
Of course I'm out of sorts, I'm a walking smorgasbord
Fuel for the force to soar my pores absorb
Focusin' my madness, push it to the lattice
The latest in my peripheral
Sporadic apparatus on my neck spit no issue
Catastrophic residuals from the last 'I miss you'
What I'd do for you is a vision too visceral
Shift my view fit you in the picture
Bigger than the space and time to give you
If ignorance is bliss, I'm a bittersweet idiot
Reminiscent of every intimate sentiment
(Aw, fuck it, man)
Stop to smell the roses
I catch a sent of enlightenment and let go
Momento mori
No sense to worry so I head home
Yo, my brother
Hope you're doing amazing today
I feel like you've been working super hard
And I know it takes a toll on you
I do feel like you deserve at least one day off
I chose the path less travelled, the track is nomadic
Doesn't come with a compass, I follow my own magnet
After a green pasture- that's after the cheese factor, though
Ask around for the GOAT, I'm locally known as it
Me and the bros char a J of that Mason Jar Sour D
Rappin' 'bout how we'd rather be rappin' instead of scrapin' a poor salary
Any day job pay more hourly
But how do we invest in the future when you need two to pay the rent
Can I kick it like habits I never can? (No you can't)
Whatever happened to bein' a better man? (Damn)
Set the sights North, ride upon a high horse
Still inside more like Igor, par for my course
Went from wise guy to might cry geysers
To Mr. Nice Guy at the Five Guys diner
To wanna-be I-don't-give-a-fuck- guy, what a tough guy
Popeye type with a side eye like it's fight night
Ay caramba, I'm just a fuckin guy! But my mind mines
Elements of everyone; good and evil is sci-fi
Walk a mile in someone's plain Nikes and you may find
The divide line's like a lace when the tie dies
Walk a mile in my shoes and then ya kick the bucket
Talkin' out your lid and then ya kick the bucket
Fuckin' with this kid and then ya kick the bucket
And then ya kick the bucket, and then ya kick it
Walk a mile in your shoes I kick the bucket
Talkin' out my lid until I get to walkin'
No one know what you go through, so let 'em talk a croc o' shit
And step in their own poop- ya get what's comin'
Walk a mile in these shoes ya kick the bucket
Still I smile and keep cool like it was nothin'
Check the myelin sheath- electrical impulses shock ya
Block ya chakras
You gonna kick the bucket