Dancing with no shoes on

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I’m a manic time bomb
Dancing with no shoes on
glancing at the moon son
falling of the roof, drunk
about 100 proof, uhh
with nothing to prove, gun
tucked under my waste band
my mind is a wasteland
but I’ve got a great tan
feeling like a cave man
so hot that you’ll need raybans
got threwn inside a rape van
they fed me a crepe, damn
love this beat but hate jam
do you wanna date, drag
racing on a lake, fam
fell into the wake, lamb
of god and fate, went
to heaven on a beat, damn
 
I’m a manic time bomb
Dancing with no shoes on
glancing at the moon son
falling of the roof, drunk.
 
Listen to the words, hun
I think I've got a curse, one
time I calmed my nerves, by
whistling in reverse, fun
to be had by all, its
the reason I write, this
please show me your tight, tits
remember this night, kid
parents used to fight, mess
was made of my mind, sess
blown daily after five, lets
fucking drink and drive, best
friends are you and I, yes
and were do or die, dude
is she really BI?, guess
I should do a guy, to
impress this fine, Di
Ana you and I, found
each other online, and
now were a fuming light,
brighter than the daylight
I could do this evrynight,
God your beauties hella bright
Your far from vanilla, sight
doubles when I see you....
I'd show you my penis too.
FUCKKKK Chris just be smooth
Just show her the real you.
 
I’m a manic time bomb
Dancing with no shoes on
glancing at the moon son
falling of the roof,
 
girl this night is ours, and
we will act like Tarzan
hijacking parked cars, and
outrunning the law, can
you tell me you love, me
that is all I want, gee
I don’t wanna front
but I don’t get that enough
hey let’s take a puff
and just stare at the sun
breath the air and love
breed with care and doves
fly above our heads
let’s paint the whole town red
dancing with no shoes on
prance around the room, hun
it’s just you and me
this is destiny.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
i’m numb I’m dumb I swallow gum
I stick crayons up my nose for fun
they melt on my face in the sun.
This isn’t fun I’m sick in the head
, I stick to my guns when I’m going to bed.
Gotta 9 under my pillow, I shoot sheep
and it breaks windows.
I fuck bimbos, pluck flamingos
, create widows. ride limos, hide sorrow
, I’ll try this happiness thing tomorrow.
I have tats on my torso, a gat and a crossbow
, I’m fat from risotto and this verse is short. fuck you.
 
I’m a ticking time bomb
Dancing with no shoes on
glancing at the moon son
falling of the roof, dumb.
 
 
I’m sad I’m a sadist I hate this I’m cashed
, still haven’t made it to making the cash.
Masochistic statistics my cars gonna crash,
evangelistic mystics quick to pick at my stash.
is anything real anymore?
15 filters on a girl that is 4.
I’m sick of it. I’m sick of it.
I hit the bricks and harden
because it’s the only shit that’s
starting to make me feel like I can sharpen
40 years I’ve been shit starten.
I blow like a hooker
on blow with your mother
your brother your cousin
your uncle and father
a tad mad a tad sad
I tap-dance on the rag man
like Batman I’m robin
this gat man is throbbin
I’m fly like a robin
grab in my Johnson
in Compton with God and the rotten
forgotten gnomes in my garden
I smoke a carton
ev-ery- day
I eat playdoh and play
with my junk on display
 
I’m a ticking time bomb
Dancing with no shoes on
glancing at the moon son
falling of the roof, dumb.
 
This verse is a curse to
be dispersed and reversed
for it to work and I’ll smirk
when it does I’m beating
the buzz off a bumble bees fuzz
and under each nuts such
thundering suds stuttering floods
and wondering what is the point
to what I say my hair started black
and now it’s grey time speeding
up if I could I’d uppercut an hour
glass and make it crack
 
Cruising the wrong way
It’s been a long day
I’m on some bomb yay
Face feeling like Ben gay
I can’t feel a fucking thing
I can’t shout and I can’t sing
 
I’m a ticking time bomb
Dancing with no shoes on
glancing at the moon son
falling of the roof, dumb.
 
I speak for myself my cheeks gonna tell
my beaks gonna yell I’m streaking through
hell freaking and sneaking and trying not to
melt while I’m frying I smell like I’m dying
I fell in Hawaii and well I ran out of rhymes
I’m tan now at times I commit random crimes
I’m a vandal for life.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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