The same dust can’t stay
I gotta clean or I can’t think
Resort to cantankerous means on the cash play rat races
The cheese sit in the trap, waitin’
Snap, then we break
Somethin’ reachin’ for me from the waist
These days I’m mindful of what I embrace
Operating on a empty tank, spank me
Fumes fueling a flame
My grandfather spoke thirteen languages
Somehow never had nothing to say to Boot Raymond
Sensed hazel, made sense of it through prayer
Booze is a fool’s fragrance
[?] saved us