Your claps ring through to dude mean nothing till I need food

So if I can pays my bills I’m good

Break some off to my hood

I’d do it without approval if I could
I’d be the tree in the Forrest

No one hears but they fear

Speak so low it draws you further and near

To be clear I smear and slur my words

Make me shine like my gold

Slugs pace as I slow the race between the case and the bullet

Then I pull it like the wool and

You can see our true speed

Tempted by our greed tempted by your lean

To pursue more validity

Please one more thought

That I’m more than possibility and potentiality

I’m real

I feel

As I heal from the deal

Made in Paris

Could never be like Ferris

Instead I’m like Ferris

Round and round

Till the sounds are drowned and a crown on ground is solace for the mound

Of margins in our towns

So
As your claps ring through to dude

They mean nothing till I need food

So if I can pay my bills I’m good

Break some off to my hood

I’d do it without approval if I could

Cuz if I can pay my bills I’m good