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I'm finished with the shaving of the head The ranting and the raving and the saving of the bread And playing the back embarrassed by my talent Balanced on an angled ledge Or weaving tangled webs I am always up to catch a tag you couldn't tag me wit a @ But pull up in a cab and try to catch me in the act That's praise for any one who has the savvy to adapt And space for any one who tried to stab me in the back I'm here to lend a helping hand Don't take it with a grain of salt but here's a grain of sand The missions that my brain abort are toward a greater plan The power of my train of thought enough to break a dam The fruit of my labor got the flavor in demand I love to mash it up and make a jam I personally think endeavoring to gather up the courage To discover buried treasure is the measure of a man I wrote this while the radiator clang Bang I'm grateful that the radiator work Yerp I wrote this while the radiator clang Bang I'm grateful that the radiator work Yerp In the dead of night I investigated a UFO crash site And didn't even use my phone flashlight Casted slow motion on everybody that wanna live the fast life That's just a little something I picked up in my past life Luck of Lucien on Paris nights I set aside some nutrients for parasites Every step I throw a pair of dice Mostly I end up in paradise In a different setting I'd be throwing rights But thankfully instead I'm at a wedding throwing rice I'm banking on the hope that you will be my valentine And do my laundry without ever separating whites I'd like to take you on a ride When people tell us to go get in line We will not run and hide We will just have fun in front of them Til each and every one of them unwind I wrote this while the radiator clang Bang I'm grateful that the radiator work Yerp I wrote this while the radiator clang Bang I'm grateful that the radiator work Yerp I make for an indomitable foe I'm like the man that's made out of abominable snow I follow up on every hunch and never hunted water Buffalo How 'bout a cup a joe? I'm generally punctual for appointments but I'll change the status quo If nature calls 'cause when you gotta go you gotta go In youth I used to fill the tub I liked to sit and soak By 12 I couldn't fit I was like say it isn't so They call my place of birth the rotten apple Where odds are long, the odds are better tryna win a raffle Where every man's a king but when a king don't have a castle He feels more like a serf or like a vassal It's practically medieval If you're not interacting with my Vevo You're basically reacting to placebo Whether you're the type of chap that like to sit and sip a cappuccino Or enjoy a finger lickin' bag of Cheetos I wrote this while the radiator clang Bang I'm grateful that the radiator work Yerp I wrote this while the radiator clang Bang I'm grateful that the radiator work Yerp
Writer(s): Angel Del Villar Ii, Matthew Kenney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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