Better coming out soon I don’t know what to do
What the f#ck is good art
And who the f#ck are you?
Just another goofy whitey with come issues
And a family that loves them very much
I would like people to dance when I play
Oof piano
Make em move
Makes some moves and make a difference
I got some time to lose before establishing myself
As an ambassador of truth:
Conservative opinions dominate the evening news
That’s a start
But back to talking about art
I was reading Morgan Parker smoking Games in a park
It was dark and I was floored
Like Abarth pedals before
1971 I want you to think that I’m adorable
Burn a gram of the flora
Writing verse like it’s a chore
This is all I have in store
Erratically shifting the mood
I am indelible
Until they hear me spit
Some people think I’m hetero
Unless they see me walking down the street
With my legs out
Chicks and dude ogling
Inclusively incredible!
Subtly trying to intrude on the convo
When I hear they’re going off
About a white dude with a commune
Inject my opinion like a 40 year old doctor
Talking about a mental illness
That they don’t know the prognosis for
People’s heads turn when I open the door
Gonna put out three albums they’ll be asking for more
You talk to my producer if you’re the curious sort
Haha, that was a joke, you probably already know them
Burn a gram of the flora
Writing verse like it’s a chore
This is all I have in store
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