[Intro] Hanging chains is the gold Chunk of change is a goal Sprint jewels from the store Its as safe as it goes Young Post wrote a poem Alongside him was alone Stuck stanzas into the flow Nevermore was Flacco in the bowl [Verse 1] Scan the channels with the remote control The panel was, so to speak, a signal of weak ocean beats by Frank seas That shit was so sweet, the cover was the skin of Willy Wonkas slaves Oompa Loompas they went by the names I need purple rain for the pain I need Flurple from Shane My neutrons are rustled, the jimmies are tussled, Robitussin will get it, if I drive a wagon I can do anything I can imagine Accept get in your vagina You justify being with him, well I define dry gin Adjacent to misogynistic messages Im sending while Im ascending from this massage on my dry wing She sucked the bone off the meat But I still think about one thing And thats Y.O.U You want an apology, but why owe you? I felt so whipped in your pad with your paddle, so why row you? Look in the mirror, and ask why are you, able to break hearts with the eyes on you The Ableton is plugged in, nothing to hold, so I hug these synths, Thank Y.O.U [Break Mato] As my actions are justifiable, it would be illogical for my statements to be reprimanded in an untimely manner such as this There are bad days, I know that now, thank you [Verse 2] Tell me could we forge Yell at me when youre bored Holler when youre sore From your back prints on the floor Do you think this rap shit is hard? Im just reading texts from 234 AM, yeah I am Ay yams, hows heaven? You now touch the sky like the video in Yes REM I remember the greenbacks days, when my leathered seats would be soaking up the haze So much so, that the cow it was made from was getting slightly fazed Since No Bad Days dropped, shit, nothings been the same Theres been more rats in the maze, and the cats been depleting From the phase And the taste of my buds have been sleeping on the bud Begging my tongue for a chaser for the UV rays But the GPA has raised Im just trying to stand for something when I SAT Cause its all been an ACT since I starred in plays Shout out to August
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