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lyrics
verse
Bought a line of bullshit from the flies, discounted UFO’s
to focus on what never arrived, caught the sneakers by the soles
you’ve got the eye for the syllable but all you seem to know
Is how to dive from the principle, to sign on the dots
I've got the lines lined up, so walk the nine paces slow,
I mean if I've got the luck, you must've fucked up the flow,
I've got to fly like the ducks gone south for the snow,
Couple up a couple months and they won't give you what you owe
So the prose has broken both of us, sewing up the slopes
She wants cocaine, you rogaine the patches that are slow
I bought my own name, it's lonely, just living on the lows
I've got a codename, this plainspoke is choking on the smoke
But you've been gangbanged by husband's half the size of your deduction,
run a train on that assumption, figure out how you can function,
in the junction of change, never settle for the same something,
running out of lanes, I gotta lay out the ace up in
Hook
I’m here for the bonus check, here for the benefits
here for the gold, and there goes all my penmanship
odes to impediments, been shown up by the penniless
I told them what I know, and then they hold all the sentiments
Verse 2
Hold on to that routine, eat at Wendy's for the umpteenth time,
the oldies are the newbies, just repeating what you keep in mind,
less duty for the crews left by leaving my receipts aside,
I see you're not alluding, not approving of my decent life
Been the bye bye since I sang the lullaby buy
you the time to nullify the finer points of alibis,
abide by the fine lines between the spaces I decide,
I spin the gazes over days left to give the side eye
Pin the tape on the wall with the winds and the fails,
every man up top gotta chase a white whale,
Sinaloa finna lay low, man been shown all the sales,
still living on the ship, going nowhere but the mail
Got the shitshows flipping all the channels on the cable,
DVR making sure you know the kings of the stale,
sipping on the mugshot and sitting at the table,
rubbing hands with buckshot, all that evidence will pale
Hook
I’m here for the bonus check, here for the benefits
here for the gold, and there goes all my penmanship
odes to impediments, been shown up by the penniless
I told them what I know, and then they hold all the sentiments
credits
from OK,
released March 21, 2017
Production: Beats for Food. Lyrics: Plainspoke.
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