DIMMA (LAST CHANCE U)

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Last Chance U
Ash, can’t you make a new tune?
Give us something to dance to
An anthem, damn, son
That anthropological dialogue is tired, dog
We need that fire, bro
We need that ride along the side of an Ireland body of water
Cigar in order, like, you just had a daughter
My alma mater called, told me I’ve become a martyr
I’m only getting older, it’s only getting harder

[Interlude]
Shit, my bad

[Verse 2]
I’m only getting smarter, tried to diversify
Turns out writing raps is good for getting by
Killing time and getting high
At least the moments gеt memorialized
Wait, therе’s more to life? Man, I’m mortified
How am I supposed to access the outer axis of our actions?
What, through practice? Man, that's wack shit
I need racks for rib racks from North Cackalacky
On acid kicking hacky sack with Bill and Cousin Jackie

[Verse 3]
I think my name means "Happy"
I’d say that’s accurate
There’s some tact to it
If nothing is immaculate
At least there’s ass for smacking
That’s what it’s there for
Rare form with Nore
Woke up drunk at the airfort
Clairvoyant, paranormal
'Til I cut my hair short like Iroquois
Trusting white men was a error, boy
Territory, terrible story, parables, they bore me
Red herring for sure, you should get a corgi