Thats All Well And Good

I am unlimited new ones, orchestra baby
Don’t really gotta say too much
Fuck the industry rulebook
I keep a toolkit handy
I’m at the top of my planet
Stew cook new plans
Baby just gave me a brain dance
These people look like ants
You can’t blow my trance
I’m doing pyromances
Purple the dope, like Spyro
Hit tab tap in ya spinal
Kick ass, you need a chiro-
Practor, you just fucked wit the master
Same shit can’t keep happening, new chapters

This bitch might let me stab her
My brain might just be damaged
They tapping into them cameras
That boy way out there like hammocks
Up late, that’s how I be vamping

Gain that courage, build that nerve
Hit that swerve on em
If that works, then ya learn some
If it don’t, then ya lose none
Get up and do sum
Just punched off the clock
New stock from the doc
Her surname Doolittle
She working wit dogs, she working wit vets
This that new prescription
Back to the kennel
My team too prolific
I’ve seen premonitions, no I can’t cuff you
Maybe just kiss you
Only keep certain commitments
Babe we got issues
I cannot fix you if I made it my mission
I will not fall for the shit
She want me stalling, she want me falling
She want my paw for the print
I thought I called it
I am not crawling, no hands, no knees, no [ ]
Don’t need a tissue, I am not crying
I just corrected my vision
Good times, miss you