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a funky introduction to the things I'll never know (ASiDiVEhIgh p​.​1)

from Can't Wait 4 The 80's To Be Over Again by Tread

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(verse 1):

now here's a funky introduction to the things I'll never know,

straight above the cavalcade, I scare the horse below, beside a car,

we rev the motor hard, trying to keep up with the procession of funeral beggars,

the blackest assless chaps are also legless, sorry Yahweh, that hairy Dalai Lama is my shephard,

I made sure my eggs were peppered, my skin leapord-print, effortless death by a mocha sans peppermint,

my head can't spin on an axial tilt, it just leans from side to side like a rose that wilts,

am I so beautiful you can't announce it? trounce the competition with discounts that slit

that proverbial throat? all the competition, face-down in the river surrounded by clouds of blood as they float,

now that's all just a metaphor, see me with your microscope like I'm omnipotent, molecular,

we got you tight between these teeth of freedom as we force you to be secular,

I just find cold comfort staring, void, into my cellular, cus I'm a reservoir of history,

poli sci, Greek and Roman studies, and philosophy,

the profs can't get enough of me, they love my straight hypocrisy, banshee screech 'let's save the environment'

as I waste a thesis on these trees, please, forcefully enforce the Green Peace, canvas stained sheets across the awning,

watching my life pass in timelapse looks sorta like the Devil yawning

(verse 2):

I'm the probable equation when the bankers add-up krona at an Asian

Stock exchange, reconquista Spain, it's strange like the common sense I'm hiding in my change,

dig through deeper pockets til you and Uni both the same,

waiting, sorrow. there's a sparrow in my windpipe, yes I'm Hasselhoff in height, dreaming til the

winds right, I'm blind, maybe. maybe, maybe in the past, when I see I'm just a poor boy eating

Pho, sat on my ass. it was a Thai food restaurant when she told me I came fast,

too fast, like the grand prix, like the man he, claimed he, wished he, was.

bitch we, buzzed, like we what, flies in a helicopter, check your prostate cus I'm Dr. Proctor,

pictures of 3 daughters in a dirty locker, call me mother fucker, sand fucker, ice nigga, cold.

yes ma'am I'm from Canada, buying houses with my money from the igloos that I've sold,

22 years young, 260 months old, still don't know if Santa's got my new address so he can send me

coal, or if he's got a million dollar bills tightly wrapped into a roll, either way, man,

I'll never be rich, I ask my girl for food as if hunger were an itch I've gotta scratch,

"not my back-scratcher, I can't afford it," Rob Ford's Greatest Hits, Big Shiney Tunes 9,

Feeling Nickelback inside, I've got national pride if you consider how wide I glide every time

I dive hiiiiigh...

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from Can't Wait 4 The 80's To Be Over Again, released January 26, 2019

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Cosmic poetry in infinite motion until we realize there is no end, after which he keeps on rhyming
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