Popeye

[Hook]
Yo, yo!
Popeye kickin’ the can but never eats the spinach
Seems I never reach the goal but always meet the finish
Though, I know my heart, goes
I feel my heart, go
I know my heart, goes
Yes, still my heart, goes, goes

[Verse 1]
So, I had to bite the bullet, the casing, the trigger
My nigga said, “Sun never felt so, blah; sleep never felt so, yawn”
Cleon could’ve been that dude, no one remembers though
Posse moved on?
Possibly here (yeah), possibly long gone
Finna slow cook from Midwestern warm storms
The story goes
See hot pot touch hot pot, I’ll never know
Third, four, fifth degree, makes no diff- to he (Ow!)
I’ll never say “peace out,” I just peace out
They at me at me

[Hook]
Wiley Coyote 'cause all my great regrets, always define my image
Seems I never reach the goal but always meet the finish
Popeye kickin’ the can but never eats the spinach
Though, I know my heart, goes
Yet still my heart, goes

[Verse 2]
So, I guess I’m still alive
Guess being fresh to death can’t help the fire of death inside
Maybe it’s all a lie
Or maybe I survived on being I and got some karma on my side, Not sure why, they say I’m a good guy
I guess I’ll take they word, it’s more a burden to deny
At times I’m going crazy trying to renovate my mind like bro from Pi
Either cool is just a guise, or the same, maybe the fool is the disguise
I open up my eyes, and spin in three-six-oh degrees
And see “Spy Versus Spy” within me, plottin’ how to end it

[Hook]
Wiley Coyote great regrets always define my image
Seems I never reach the goal but always meet the finish
Popeye kickin’ the can but never eats the spinach
Though, I know my heart, goes
Yet still my heart, goes
I know my heart, goes
I feel my heart, go, go, go

[Outro]
I know my heart, goes
I know my heart, goes
I know my heart, goes
I know my heart, goes

…you is great, I wish I could be you more often!