yo  
yo
throw those old bags out the window
grab new rags like a big dog
act like you runnin the whole show
****** don’t know
banging on the street like rainman
counting yellow cars and scaring the children
building imaginary best friends
pretending that there can be no end
sending mass texts for *** to wrecked tricks
sickened by the life
wife in the hoopdee
******* bout, “I have to ***”
rollin to the grocery
shopping spree
canned peaches
5 for one thirty three
***** that’s savings –
raving to the neighbor
weighing in on the best flavor
push poppin
no stopping
little kids with dyed lips
diabetes floppin
moppin up the messes
guessing at the next spin
lookin at my lady
rushing in for the next win
grinning sinner finishing dinner
and the spaghetti was so badass –
hot toddy under the gazebo
getting naughty with my hottie
drinkin a placebo
fo real though
bro –