Top Billin II

Lyrics

I guess my head ain't no Buddha At best happiness fall out a mixture He need religion like a ditch full of picture Cadaver like a bag of brick, here's the kicker Stiff they gift rich on no big pitch bar Likely might it happen at your daughter absence bar Wrote to registrar, do you go to edge or not? Hedge a bet on what you are I will be good if only born rich Not all gift's a gift Some a hungry hunter hook in your face Made of unpure, hung, cured and prepared to filet A-social media way, qu'est-ce que c'est? Hardly not even been new for a day Fatso sadistic cyber-buddhist Thick-skinned lift-skin, how do you do it? Feed a portion of the person to an engine that aim Get it up and whip it workin' on my medicine face Dough eyes, cold tie, my fifteen-minute break Toil, die, coil thy life around that snake World record for reckless does need a little waste Hey, 'out of' and 'bad' are my favorite shapes Stone mean what it say Do clasp around the day Like a life preserver cast out on lead weights The calendar grinds its teeth of dates Dreaming of a boss in a human flesh cape Rebels down children in a government building The tragic fact that trash fulfills millions Exploitation do make fat killin' What more can I say? Top billin' Hard Day's Night II, coming soon Optimism die with disappointment in the room A song that ends and no one claps Yeaaaaah, it's like that Hard Day's Night II, coming soon Optimism die with disappointment in the room A song that ends and no one claps Yeaaaaah... but fuck that Grind it, grind it Unabashed, grab me by the health Look me in the help And tell me something sick about yourself Grind it, grind it Unabashed, grab me by the health Look me in the help And tell me something sick about yourself Grind it, grind it Unabashed, grab me by the health Look me in the help And tell me something sick about yourself Grind it, grind it Unabashed, grab me by the health Look me in the help And tell me something sick about yourself Death waitin', do me for me tucked up in a double bed Yeah, shoot no movie where ain't even got a slice of bread Wet like a 2D cut out Brooklyn in an April rain Selling me more water while I'm circling the drain Letting flame go out sequestered With them beasts out on the lawn Going bang like angry atom neutron bomb with overdrawn [?] pawn shop [?] Got to pick your wonder from a Boarded up and overrun with briar patch And try and add and add another rung To a ladder you ain't grabbing After climbing 'til that one Day you is, and then you ain't (wait) Penny thieving for it Need to eat and pain ensure it Par for course, cook and court 'Cause it's all I got I got a meeting with a chorus 'Bout a black hole heading toward it All the time I been contortin' And I feel it not (wait) He will wanna keep it He will let it go He will wanna keep it He will let it go I'm indoorsy Map that habitat top priority I'm indoorsy Map that habitat seniority Ain't one whole inch of room for me Keepin' my health held poorly And do unsecure me Grind it, grind it Unabashed, grab me by the health Look me in the help And tell me something sick about yourself Grind it, grind it Unabashed, grab me by the health Look me in the help And tell me something sick about yourself Grind it, grind it Unabashed, grab me by the health Look me in the help And tell me something sick about yourself Grind it, grind it Unabashed, grab me by the health Look me in the help And tell me something sick about yourself