Punk rock kid always rose amongst a message
Chucking the all stars back to the tailored power of a
passage. I’m talking fast riffs on how were going to wreck this. More hawks coming to bite the worm off your necklace. Dog tags and all, badges come off the fastest. Dread locks have been holding on long pass their death wish. No reason you have to hold on to that duality of a darwin fish. No wonder I got sick on one on a Mexico mish. But see I was born unto an alternative band of Everclear. Sweet relationship songs of how I wish you were here.
Inking you with my little paper bus.
Found you in my room and new it was a must.
Moving onto a blink of infinity inside 1 and 2.
Buzz is back now what are you going to do?
All the small things little midgets and all.
Back with the local boys who made me stand tall.
Was never huge on your master of puppets.
Guys played a mean guitar, but sold out on ruckus.
Just like those boys from Slip Knot who went at it and said
f us.
What happened to your hit duality?
Hit number one to only end in all causality.
Got you on that one don’t even have to check twice.
Little boys like that always get stuck playing with mice.
You let it slip and lost your grip.
All good bringing the Zeppelin back down for a zip.
Houses of the Holy rock solid stairway to heaven.
I wrote out those solos, come back around to the faith of
the herb my bretheren.
See I’m far into my folk days Ryan back talking truth to the
Adams my dear.
Come pick me up was my favorite track off that album that year.
Broken and hard to find like any good used record.
But when spun upon rhyme aint nothing but truth was heard.
J5 rhymes for when it was for the rep and not the dollar.
Way old school before any kind of blue haven or collar.
Now off with the fun I’m talking Old Benny to Above and
Beyond.
I dug it all and even hit the pit to get tripped by a wanna
be slick Bond.
Well I’m talking dance hall were bringing it back.
Now you see what happened to the loss of a hacky sack.
Lil Rasta ball of fun, kicking good vibes and jams under the
sun.
Passing the dutchie to left hand side cause the right was
for your raggamuffin of a hun.
Kicking back truth to the sounds of the fountain of youth.
When the music hits you feel no pain wisdom that didn't hurt or take a pull of a tooth.
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