Loan-Sum

On average I make it manage

Doin' it to death Fred damage pumpkin heads pomegranates

And the cabbage

Golden child flee assassins

Holding idols of the passion,

like life, so life-like we laughing

Acting like addicts for answers

I got none but got lungs

And got tongues, periodic

AG metallic, bird's eye ultra violet fit for a chalice

High step in Dallas you couldn't touch a lace

Mask and a cape you still catch that case

Catcher in the rye with the dijon

Honey, I shrunk them kids heads

Still clinging on the Klingons

Furrow they brow

Don't worry me know like

Where are they now?

Pop-up like Pop-tarts at Pot-lucks

I won't hunt ducks, won't wear a tux

Use to give not a now I give lot's of

Ichi knee BDP, beat the street so easily

Picking my Bee D Bees afros peach tea

Peace be upon he, writing letters to myself like dear me

And watch the owners take a knee

Yeah, It's like he lonely without you

Without you, loneliness, all that it amount to

All that we count for showers, powers to mount you

Dan Fouts in the powder blue, what you about dude

A sunken shell inside his body a pound too

A vivid illustration of that California sound too

Around you everyday he see round two

Lyrics he give, yeah, something to bounce too

The counts cool, with the racks he in a foul mood

They trippin' on they feet like they in some clown shoes

The lord bless the child who got his own

A little more blown hope this is something you rock too.

These type of nights seize fiends by the pipe

No dreams, no cream, no team for the hype

An old soul who bold but live a modern life,

Rocko, the word Steccato your favourite type

Trying to gather motivation

Brother fuel fire couple tricks to navigate this

Wounded vessels doubt it hold my spirit where my age just

Keep circling the sun, the sun is dangerous

On the microphone alone, that's the way it's always been

Me reminiscing flipping visions where the hopeful ends

Open my own dome stuck again no I'm not content

Scribble my dusty thought patterns if my life depends

Upon the pen this deadly weapon, mine can heal or kill

I'm thinking of you as I write this know that shit is real

Forever mad in deep thought, what the fucks the deal

So many questions, no answers still

Just the hands of time ticking got my feelings all ill

Flipping looking forward through the scope searching for the real

Bigger picture, call you what you want it's better than what it is

To be with you my spot in heaven is what I would give