Gux3

• Written by Anonymous

More instant than your noodles, my mouth comes up with psychedelic doodles
go ahead make it plural, forgive me if I slur a little,
Sleep deprived so my eyes are red, turn that shit down it hurts my head
Rats are up stairs, Reptar's in the fucking crew.
I know you jealous, Cuz I'm a nice guy, hey you wanna brew?
I'd be in envy too
if I was flippin burgers workin nightshifts, dude
But the stories are redundant, please no don't want my butt kissed,
I admit, I count the stars, and sing songs by One Republic
But when I lay down, eyes closed, covers cover, my whole mind
Happens too fast for me, I don't react.
All piles up, mounds of lost time
Looking for my time piece, no where to be found
I know I picked it up, but I might've put it down
I call it an everyday struggle, that plus biking fast, pray I don't burst
someones bubble.
I promise I am not a bully, big cute and cuddly like Sully
No horns but a fair amount of hair, you can feel me in your ears, bitch I'm
already there
Can't escape the sound, that itching feeling, can't ignore it now
 
 
Press play, only to have to pause it. Torrential rain made ya slip, knew that
would cause it
Oh shit, how are you gonna break the news? Room full of people, I'll count em
by twos
But if I count em by twos, and make a small mistake, you could say I got the
wrong tube during food intake
and now I'm choking, oh shit, no one performing Heimlich, shaking and a
quaking now my eyes are seeing seismic, help quick
 
One side or another, if you're concerned, go ahead and call my mother
Carving out a mountain, quite level headed, too damn hungry gotta stop
skipping breakfast
You know I got my priorities, ones record a couple songs while I'm guarded by
authorities
ain't that the dream?
But until that point, keep the ac blasting, raps faster.
damn too cool, jaw chatters,, you scared like I got a huge rocket blaster
and I suppose it's sad, jumping hella places just to get robbed
furious intake like I never seen it, musicalitys a great sign of a genius!
Collecting all the silvers just to get a couple dollars, cuz I'm always fuckin'
hungry and I'm chowin' on the hour. I'll pass on the clam chowder
A lotta love for the city, even the sketchy and the shitty
She ventured like a dove, but by the edge, she might shove
You've been warned, subscribe to memory, recite it in the mirror like your
cool party routine
Teeth that shine and gleam, shit just 19, music on, feet up, shit I'm living
the dream

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