It keeps my goals unsteady That don't affect nothing in the low light setting, all alone But if I light this bowl that might get me in the zone And if I split this pill like the 2nd episode You're such a low life Teddy I keep a shook still but a stoge light steady In the cold, been known to light a stove pipe petty There's not enough room for my own typesetting Let alone, distracted in a way you couldn't track if in the snow On another plane, afraid all my landing gear's broke Man appear cold like can of beer Overhead got underway, no chandelier My get up and go done got up and went They bloodied my nose, i'm proud as a bitch 10/10, woke up in bed, I'd do it again I keep a bottle in the freezer and a boot in the fridge Rap Ebinezer Scrooge, I used to be a decent dude Life gave me lemons, I made people move I couldn't tell though, used to walk along a haunted hallway on my elbows I stood her up, strung her along and called her cello What the deal, could you tell that wasn't real I showed him to his room, fed that elephant a meal I grew up in a dark mood, I know the way it feels You know, the devil that you know I know scared I guess i'm lucky I ain't never had a neighbor Bought my own sugar, recorded louder later Occam's razor, Plato caver, major paydirt Pop off, i'm in your face like nay-ner nay-ner I be the same sarcastic asshole from the blackest black hole And in fact I act overly crass I crack open a flask and slash colon a past I don't remember right until I'm four deep in the glass And yo, it seems so Trying to get my sit down self to heave ho And that's tougher than it looks, but look, it could be tougher In the end we're all churned butter Fuck your grandmother Cool, the fever don't stop Lock that fucker in his room until he leak his own plot I spent the summer in a tomb, I'll spend the winter in a box Every loser gets a view, every winner get mop All my friends steady, 'Aye teddy, yo should chill You keep your face looking that way you gon get killed I'm that lame in the back lane with that front row feel I'm sorry if I fuck up again, you know I will I'm pretty smart dude, this whole thing's phony I won the war by staying home clothes folding And twiddling thumbs, Mr Stick In The Mud Gave all his shits out and buried his fucks