Stocks

[Verse: MF Zeph]
Walking through back streets
Theres bad people i meet
Im a street pharmacist
But please keep it discreet
Ive got ends, my friend
Irs at my door
Must be arin hanson way these people want MORE
Yo, choke on a doobie
And grip a pen loosely
Write my lyrics on loose leaf
Kanye's cousin won't steal my laptop
This ft lauderdale barcade the backdrop
To my dirge given my eventual suicide
The streets are where my remains reside
Everybody asking questions, and all i need is time
Timе ticks
Unlike a bed pest i won't bitе shit
Hang me from a white tee off my black bed posts
And when you play that at my funeral
Please take it as a quote
Every lyric is meant to be pondered
Not just a side note

[interlude: miyo]
Fondle
Big fat donkey dick
Ooh
Mcdonald's

[Verse 2]
Choke on the smoke in my throat, oh oh oh oh oh
But i ain't tay k
A pessimist every damn day
A pestilence resides in my heart
Im always in love
Bitten by the lovebugs
The cure kept away by the narcs
A million shards
I need a bandaid for my black and blue heart
Ropa vieja, wey, im shredded apart
Ive lost all interest to fall in love with these women
Im tired of all the surgeries like shinji
But with stitches
I ain't in the right mind
Lookin in the toilet at what's left of me
Working towards my future
Depression could get the best of me
Im telling you, im worth your time
If you would take a chance
Invest in me
But instead, i walk about
With a piece
My piece is my peace keeper
Can't drop cause they'll weep
Try to stay strong inside the hyperbolic
Can't do much else but be a fuckin alcoholic

[Outro: Yasuha & MF Zeph]
It's so fly day
Flyday chinatown
Mayonaka no hitogomi ni