Barkpench letra

Hello, hi
Sighs bellow like mellow cries out to yellow pie
Fry as the fellows skinned from summer skies
Its hot as Haiti, 80-plus ladies expose they busts
Wouldn't phase me but of late it's been my fate to lust
My love is lazy for crazy, just don't know who to trust
I'm still a baby, a bearded boy and sex is a fucking toy but
Its not a game a lot of shame comes with pride and joy
If you's the lane, who makes it rain with no Chips Ahoy
I'm not a fan of fame but I may fucking try to concoct a plan
To gain change playing the public eye with flame arrangements
Bass bang black bangs dangle all over strange texts break necks
The way the sample swing
While thought roars scale bars like parkour
Respect it hardcore Wachowski-directed effects but
Far more complex than vexed X-Men
I’m Phoenix reborn in man, intellect flexing
Cyclops, my third eye watch, through laser specs
Bend time, space, with wise grace, most high perfection
I tested the best in show, kung-fu flow finesse I'll best the foe
With two Dex to your chest technique
The black king post Gambit's glow doing it
"The power is yours!" Captain Planet prose we spit it
Polluting looters thanks to my mercy you get acquitted
No, no shit's timid I'm committed to courage stuck
Cause if I kick the bucket, fuck it, I don't want my life to suck
You self-destructive fucks need to learn to give
Can I live?

My worth can be far beyond what you assume
I don't tell all my business, I am not a buffoon (haha)
What an ignor-animus thinking I'm a maroon
Yo? So what if I love cannabis jackass, it's half-past noon
Watch me frolic in fields of grass with the hippie kids
Repping daisy cut a gang no shame shit we trippy, mane
This ginger carrot juice in my sippy cup pinky ring blinging
With the shiny bill of health guru yogi frame
Popular like, uh, what's his name? I forget
He kamikaze hotties with G6s to get it wet
Now I'm saying crude shit, it's funny right?
But buy it, bitch, cause money's tight and I ain't rich
I'm really nice! But I can switch (whoa)
That's my artist swag aspiring philanthropist
With no regards for social norms straight pissin' in your lobster bisque
Call it a selfless act I know nothing of greed
Why advertising got you buying crap that you don't need (it's true)
Don't test me, nigga Tyler Durden kill your every man and
Tap into your animal aiming with an unsteady hand
And hella nitroglycerin listening to system of a down
Hating every fleshy water-based clown
On this godforsaken sinner's satelite
And if you had the slightest bit of sense you'd curl up in a ball
And die for Gaia's innocence
Sinister guardian demigod ministered his spirit
Rhyming literature to kill off all social inhibitors (that's a relief)
Hug a stranger fucking tell 'em that you love 'em
Creep 'em out make 'em feel like they're in danger
Then give 'em all your money plus the shirt that's on your back
An ounce of weed, your car keys, and a couple thirty packs (yeah)
Text a smiley face to the new iPhone that you bought 'em
All them demons will surely hit the road
And all them silly questions that you harbor will be answered
Cause you sought them and you won't regret a second when you're old
Trill

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• Barkpench