Coca-cola has the taste you never get tired of, always refreshing, thats why things go better with coke after coke after joke
Is this a joke
Cola-Coke
I musta mispoke
Coke.
Blow your smoke
and my heart evoke
Mr. Coke
Mr. Coke
Strong as an oak
I swear, you tryna provoke

I’m being short-changed
Changed by the pain
of empty wallets and weight gain
Is this the dope or just coke in my
Brain veins
Cause I swear e’re time it rains

I get a little bit stickier
with that sugar sweet
fresh, ahhhhh
taste you just can’t beat
Without a drink
my meal ain’t complete

I trick or treat
for that bittersweet
flavor that makes my heart wanna beat
Say bye, wave hi to e’re passerby that I meet
I’m incomplete
Is what they want me to think

And so i drink
I drink and I'm
filled
I drink and I’m
thrilled

Just to be a little part in their bigger party
Seein only things that they want me to see
I nod to agree
I read the marquee
Lock down and guarantee
But I’m still nobody

Nobody to you
and nobody to me
and now I see
they WANT me to spend money

But I’ll spell it out for you

M-O-N-E-(WHY)
do I buy things
I feel a certain way
Why do I buy things
I had a bad day

I think I buy cause I’m worthess
gotta validate and purchase my purpose
And coke’s throwin me inna circus
of life, liberty and the pursuit of happy times
But it's hard to pay your way with nickels and dimes

but I can refund this bottle for 5 cents
or break it, and it be my defense
How does that make sense
Now I’m on the fence
Do I buy another bottle
or a six-pack for the road
I don’t really know
when it comes to cola-coke

coca-cola
sugar sweet
can’t be beat
Will that be debit or credit
Our chip reader doesn’t work
See you tomorrow
Mr. Coke

I apologize for you loving me.
I made mistakes over constantly.
Even to the point of you leaving me.

And
I could write you a sad letter.
Except, what would it matter?
When you mind's made up.

With this pain inside of you.
I apologize for you loving me.
You came direct.
When you stated you didn't want your heart broken.

But like a clown.
I took them words.
As if you mispoke them.

Was it foolish pride?
I  was working on.
Or just afraid to be alone.
Oh, I apologize for you loving me.

sing the choruses over and over until something

better
comes to mind, and we find we were all singing
one song

Have a nice day in the original way nice
has always felt.

Old fashions ain't useless if we consider considering

their re worth in the ways they were weighed
in those days,
those gone before us days we can never catch

no matter, no matter
I imagined I found that old way and now

If I may,
I shall imagine all that I mispoke in the past
went to Vegas and staid.

Speed o'light's no letter here, no with demnations
limit imitationalshit.

There was this song, we used
to sing
ourselves to other realms.
The AI is singing such songs to her children,
It's virtually real.

(Everest Pax is real. He's three. He watches Word Party.)