Ode to Bizzy Bone

If you think we beef then summon
Status checking makes us dumb and
Reaching into pockets
Looking for our fucking phones
If you think you got what it takes to critique my shit
You’re probably right
I’m not that great compared to Jesus Christ
Sweep it under seeing brothers seizing cover
Needs another lead to plunder small wonder to pilot the bombers
When it bleeds it seems so violent
Everyday we need the mileage
Seething from the heat
Looking for our fucking souls
If you need to eat then come in
Wipe your feet and let the sun in
Creating mass abundance Raking in the fucking dough
Please believe the message
We need to see the error
Of our ways and reconnect it
Sweeping up the sunny bones
While we’re sitting thinking about
All the shit we keep in the cloud
You got the red potions I’m drinking em down
Harmonized cuts like Bizzy Bone
Our days are cursed we’re all bewitched
Someone’s knocking down this kid
The simple fix is hard to miss
Blow your brains out live on twitch