Hey, you like mozzarella sticks? Why don’t you get me some n you can watch eat it.
Let’s take that bad mood n make pinata of sadness.
Ain’t nothing like bourbon on a tit to make a soursop.
The effort people put in to make up for years of neglect, that’s the subtlety of human suffering.
Makes us humble sniffing in the dirt to find our past footprints.
Miles to go before we kill a metre.
People go three sheets to the wind n they got a blanket fort can’t last a fortnight.
If everyone picked each other up we wouldn’t have any downtrodden.
If you got a pretty clam call me the ghost in the shell.
I’d define myself as having the characteristics of a refined egg Mcmuffin.
Ya shine the light in the darkness ya just got a big distraction.
Ain’t nobody wanna see the truth when lies and deception are primetime.