Poet Gang Playing Cards

Poet gang playing cards Doric Bray, Baby Bart Singing old sailor songs, thinking, oh Favors are getting sold Payment large, money tied, Caden's bars, music beads, sacred jars, jelly burst I was once a secret character with belly hurt And now I'm legacy content with a Betty shirt Book 212, checked bags, threw on through Saw the world of heroes A couple buttons It was clear I'm onto something familiar And y 'all on both coasts so stoked, bro Clippin', clippings of different posters Calling it simply showster Stars in my eyes, I'm joster Steve Baum from The Table, Naval Crop Was cleanin' songs from Kenny's beatbox Ruby yacht team slots We the poet gang, playin' cards Desert bound Favorite bar Coming from Savin' Rs, E and good Campers large Travel world, see the stars from a couple turns If it's a team, it changed the world's attention The climate of the iris flipped Saw Mum that's rude, said Fuck the artist's kid, it's obvious from Test them till they miss, so shooting off it hits Cause aim is great I'm in the strangest state Man's an ace I miss it every single paper day Crew aches and begs to aid The walk into my favorite place With sandwiches on takeaway In the street, darkest night Before the lamp and shade Everyone gon' see me dancin' While the camera fades Another album paved the way Just about a decade ago The plot doubled up my thought bubble Sharing the mold and silicone dreams Collude to keep the old steam Out of totality Gained another level But exhausted from the battling But I have won one, one or two, two battles before Yeah, shit, yeah, when it was all done Reclaimed my side duck days to prime relay And now I'm lockin' out the door, uh And I could see it on the street dog I could see it in the way that I was standin' there And draggin' my feet with the marks that it had made Pause and imprint every day A memory upon the beat With the public gang, playing cards Covert name, Jason Barnes Cunning tongue, statements hard Frequent growth, came in sparse Jeff and Crack, nibble shards Used together from the start Notifying pretty art, of course it blames The entire people, this start when you force the kid I'm on the train, keeping quiet Taking forces with their oyster band Yo, shucks, it's the rum Tom Flubber mouth Saw it all happen, but said no Cause it was somethin' else I'm waitin' to lie to catch this Can I meet my couch With a high score of a hundred, ouch How am I gonna beat that? I'll go and stack my grease stack Complete this other side quest I ain't got time to do both Neither resign breath, retaliation I designed Jeff's, Rincey specialist's sesh Flimsy pestulence dreads Either way the game's on It lives in me It lives in me It lives in me It lives in me It lives in me And so I play on