Try to have some fun with this one      Sometimes its good to live life better   Slow pace   Races are being won and songs are being sung by    Starring at the sun and catching phrases with my tongue   Well I don’t want to be the one to tell myself I can’t make it    While I have the chance I’ll take it    Intricate    With all that I have I’ll try to keep it    Interesting   I’ll put them together and see whether your   Listening    Not because I forced you to   Because the combination of your body and your mind    Felt inclined to spend some time with the rhythm we designed   Whatever the reason I’ll search for the season of change   Strange days minimum wage    Commercial cage   Three cheers for the slave   How did it start?   Nobody knows   You light the candle everyone blows   Wishing for a wishing well to wish for some wishes in   Wishy-washy bukake   Soggy head Dead Poet Society   I’m a hip hopicrit   I did it on purpose   If it sounds corny   You bore me with you mc criticism    Mr. lyricism with a stigmatism    For stuttering stupidly uttered mutterings   And covering yourself with the wealth of an idiot   Sinking in the move through quicksand   I’d offer you a hand but I just kinda planned on sitting back and laughing (Ha)   Lately I’ve been stating a lot of the obvious   It’s getting obnoxious    These boxes are befuddling my task given tangibility   Silly we like to think of ourselves as having somebody   Until you find out nobody cares    Playing shows for blank stares and breathing the stank air   Giving it all to remember and taking it all back for your self   The game that takes experience cannot be gauged in a form of wealth    One day when the sun comes back to earth and burns all its inhabitants   I’ll make sure to be wearing my insulated suit   I’ll step to the place of worshiping   consult the law of averages   To make sure it is possible for me to still be alive   Some days I live on couches and floors    Other times I live in my parents’ home   I feel no breed of energy when I’m there so I feel the need to roam   I get on my father’s bicycle and take a blind cruise through suburbia   Catching glimpses of innocent faces that never dealt with, never had   Just minding my own business and soaking up dirty looks from athletic dads   Just cause they know what I would do to their soccer mom   Old money compliments new money confidence   I don’t really fit in this neighborhood    Shoddy Pilates and half assed aerobicphobics   Lounging in a sofa (?) Dr. Atkins on a wheat bun    Smart moms know how kids grow on sweet pickles