Bore through the middle of a mountain
Waterfalls, fountains
Coming out the spout
I don’t hang around ledges
And don’t make a sound
Press me, I don’t bend
I don’t trust my mouth
I don’t ball bounce
Sprawled out upon bench
I don’t trust those men
Get the fuck out
Wintry me is feeble
Nigerian Eagle greeted me with the loud
Plus the sun is out
I don’t like a lot of people
But leaving this town could be lethal
Even my eyes are deceitful
Fires that I been through burn even now
The thought of a sequel is freaking me out
Young king of the house
One thing, no crown
Skin stretched on the easel but resting for now
God spits, you’d frown
I’ll think for a bit
City to city to city to…
Spend a couple milli on a shitty view
Try to find me around, peekaboo!
Roundabouts, interludes
Found myself during that interview
Some could get aggy in a bitter mood
“Ruh-roh Raggy!”
Stain on my soul like the glass at the Gladdy
Look at you, don’t look at me
We found some gold, found the tapes from the factory
Still got the smoke but I got caught lacking
Cracked my window, fell in love with a baddie
I ain’t been home in a while, call a taxi
All the while, it’s a storm in it, actually