playing the long game

Waking on a may be cloudy, may be rain Playing at a may be cloudy kind of game Slip on every step amidst a morning rush (slipping on) Crashing like a fact and now I'm in its clutch I'm juking all the baggage Keep it in a straight line And if when separated I can keep it in the right mind (Just one time) And then I slip into a feeling (feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling) Slip into a feeling, write a little rhyme Ladies riding refuse like a rooster's cry (cry) I'm tickled with a gobble, what you gonna do? Vision like a bubble right in front of you Even when a noggin is a cup of dread Used to be a comment, was a temporal thing And every single good jam dries Drying on the vine Like a little sweet thing Rotting in a can