Youngcore
Tomorrow's the tenth month once more
This joint what intoxicated lungfishes got oxygenated lungs for
And like fins grew feet, I want you to step
Except when my shades slip off my head from the sweat
I don't rep a place for real although I pretend to
In truth I wish I felt how my friends do
Fun fact:
Youngcore wax blends through front to back like one track
I'm from Booklyn, a town been abandoned
And each building library matches advantage
The film books fill cinema
Religious books, well we moved them to the theater
Cuz we gonna use the church for performance, make sure it's tax free there
Not one for pity
To come to your city
Hook unc up with some humongous teleprompter
How the hell I 'member all those words when I's young and pretty?
Podium's better than music stand
But if ya venues jammed a screen in a ceiling well damn you's the man
Thanks for the thing to do
A drink to you
To all the dachshunds in Dog Martins who joined Stinko's crew
Helloo
I need art to be a part
Please heed him well, or get beat to hell
Fart travels at the speed of smell from a black bean
Through a mask seen says, "two shots ready to party"
I'm not scared of a poliovirus
Still search for a vaccine for Itoldyousoitis
Roll up your sleeves, I adhere to older beliefs
And challenge ya
According to Gregorian calendar
Time is random and divorced from the moon
Thirteenth month is higher than English
A loose translation is "fires extinguished"
Cyber liars squeal like untied balloons
I'd rather commune with baboons and kingfish
And I've been searching for the thirteenth month
Turnt green thumb where there's no such thing as an unfree lunch