FLYING - Dabbla

Allow me to stipulate

Got your chick sweating out her titty tape

Let’s this get shitty straight

If we don’t integrate, I can’t participate

Put it all behind me, like I’m missing me

Swiggin' bottles, pissing on your business model

Do I look as if I’m bothered by some little squabble?

Busted two Corona with the melatonin

Couple dozen hours later, life’s a doddle

Then I woke up in my happy place

In the mirror, practicing my rapping face

Turn a Tuesday night into a Saturday

Coulda, woulda, shoulda, but I, fuck it doesn’t matter mate

I think, therefore I’m not mixed up with a hell of a lot more in the pot

It’s getting harder to ignore what I got

Tighten the knot, guess that the bullshit will never stop

Neverrr

Remember, when I, used to, give a, flying, whoooop

Uh, the fuck you shouting at?

Anti-music, I can’t get down with that

Here’s another rhyme about how bad I am

Aren’t you fucking bored of all the sound of that?

Peeling your dignity like a strip-tease

Drip feeding the life, supplying them quick peas

Displeased with the way that your life is unfolding

Boy, stop snorting the Devil’s dickcheese

Brand new, better canvas and shit for me to add to

In between the scene of making music and what have you

Should give a nod to the camera you wanted me to pan to (what's the point?)

It’s the worthlessness that gives it value

Just another alkaline based lifeform

Cooking up a twenty plate mezze in a sidestorm

Anything to keep the fucking pies warm

On a search for something I can die for

Neverrr

Remember, when I, used to, give a, flying, whoooop

Uh, thought I’d write a third in it

Why the fuck not, might just get absurd with it

Lost a lot of friends, I guess they really weren’t in it (in it)

Lost my shit too, must admit the herb did it (did it)

Spur of the moment, came at a slurred lyric

Many seconds per minute, I paint a blurred image

Third digit from pinky with no return ticket

And I ain’t happy with none of it 'til I murdered it

Let’s play a game, it’s called how long 'til they all hate me

I’m in the field, still nobody’s passed the ball lately

Purely retarded thoughts that swarm daily

Fucking crazy for thinking the shit’s for your safety

Been feeling kind of off the wall, baby

Lord wise thou forsaken me, I’m all wavy

The way that they’re painting it does look sure tasty

I’m just happy zoning out and getting more spacey

Neverrr

Remember, when I, used to, give a, flying, whoooop