The sun's star, shooting through the sub-par humans
Draw the line crooked like a one armed cartoonist
Dust harmed mucus turn me to the mush-barred Kubrick
Spin the wheel, landing on me spun, tar shooting
Spit what a bunch of blunt cigars spew in ten sessions
Leaving men with recollection's of meeting bizarre mutants
I don't exhale steam, I breathe swamp fog
Long shot for many, petty while I walk through it
"I cannot do it" is what I tell myself in the hours prior
To the task, and then I do it
I don't earn, I just pursue it
I don't learn, I just undo sh**
I undo sh**, then I turn it to a blueprint and I use it
You follow?
"I cannot do it's" what I tell myself in the hours prior
To the task, and then I do it
I don't earn, I just pursue it
I don't learn, I just undo sh**
I undo sh**, then I turn it to a blueprint and I use it