Clubhouse idea

Lyrics

I'm climbing to nowhere The spring in my step Isn't bringing me stress So far O's in possession Not woeful depression But this Cold War Known to more or less Teach me lessons For better or worse Each and every word Heard by you Not as often As I spit it dude Not softened By the ridicule The opposite In fact The glossary reads There's mountains and peaks Been awkward and weak And awfully deceived But also awesome And clean Not to floss on the scеne But I gotta give props to me I hoppеd from ops Ain't cop no plea I bottomed out And stopped to see Me In the mirror Was a clearer image I just needed to peer at it And steer a little bit Nearer to it Don't fear the dearer Here are warnings Warming up to tell you I fell a few too times To humor settling For grimy shit Let em know here I am If you want it though Come and find me bitch Aside from this I ain't got much left to say so Here's some chords and drums I played earlier in the day bro Ugh that was lame I'm ought to just aim low But walking In the pen Made me not want to just lay down I got the pen And I got something to say now Gimme a minute though I gotta shake this great loud I need the banana strain Crossed with ak by the pound You know I blaze it wild