stuck or movin cuz we're wading keep our torches out the waters
leave the masses left debating sums the cash up and we borrows
even more to sure the porches posts n perches that tomorrow
maybe leanin maybe leading maybe leaving us in sorrow
keepin the speaker stuck on first hand to quench my thirst
im stayin digable like the planets man at least ones topped with dirts'll
ffflirt with ya, n make ya smell like gold,
till the curtain hits ya, or till pills take hold, keep it real,
kneel when i gotta get picked up, cuz its a long way down,
slip up give up live up and learn your turns r comin round.
so play em all paul, and keep it claws to the wall,
perfectin the peckin at keys so please go on and walk the halls,
we're checkin yer tags subjectin yer bags cuz we're puttin ya on the flight,
so move along n take yer seeds n turn yer radio up tonight,
nothin to see speak or hear, its just me and my beer,
havent seen them bats in so long that I got nothin to fear,
falling free sparks emergin from the bottom of the tree
and the roads are gettin longer cuz, mines all of what i see
im past all of that cuz the chit the chat
serving greater porpises is where its funkin at
so put the peddles to the kettles
put the flame to the metals
settle yer stomach ache
ya cant stop fate
its only real that sells....
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