leanin' out the window
of my car with a cocked shotgun
taking cheaper shots at your
mailboxes just for funds
i know it may sound dumb
but it's the only thing that gets me by
the day by day grind
like looking odin in the eye
flutter butterfly, terror of the skies
now watch me dive bomb
taking over the night
just to eclipse the sun when it dawns
get up off your feet
and shuffle these streets
cut the deck, pull a queen,
and finding out what cheating truly means
fleeting glances stolen from the
rightful owner's manual labor workers union
make 'em fight for what we've got
while ignoring the "dudes, you rock,"
preferring deez beats to what you're not;
a solid rhythm played on pots and pans
clap your hands to make
the rubber band man dance
this damn monkey's dance
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