Tree Nowitzki
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Check, dollar store shades on the skin fade
Sour grapes, rain showers heal a sick brain
Sinking into sunken ceilings
Gut full of pulled punches and feelings
My appetite for destruction is reeling
Can't reason with fallacy
Feed me what keeps my eyes red
Seasonal allergies, I'm grieving this out of me
Hay fever, leech endorphins when I cook you in the key
Up and under like miss me, Tree Nowitzki
Never go pop like Blitzkrieg
I chew these motherfuckers up like Big League
Keeping eighth of lamb's breath in the olive cargo
These cats are corny as guest lists at Mar-a-Lago
We pour the Reposado
Posse a flock of goats
401, the only motto is hope, solemn he spoke soft
Wandering home, humming harmonies in monochrome
And it goes
I don't wanna FaceTime, son, I'm fried
Drawing circles close to perfect like I'm tracing round a dime
Their complacent with the rhymes, I could never be that
Old man, I take a nap and get my energy back
I conversate with nature
Don't hate the player, hate the ones who hoard the paper
Ancient prayer, Geedorah spitting fazers
Space invaders, take me to your leader
Sparking cheeba with your Mona Lisa
She quote my thesis, pardon the schema
The notes facetious
My thrill-seeking copping vintage sneakers
Bred 11s and T-Mac Adidas
Zappa rapper, Uncle Remus
Cream puff war, cleaners from Venus
Psychedelic potion in my teacup
Are you winning, son? Only heaven knows
Flip the alphabetic soup into some rebel prose
I will never fold, ten toes through the ebb and flow
Braving elemental foes when I sell a poem
You're playing telephone
I'm trying to find a way to shed the hell inside of my dome
Doggy, it's different
Stay consistent, break a leg and fix it
Angel on the shoulder said forgiveness is intrinsic, damn
I don't wanna FaceTime, son, I'm fried
Drawing circles close to perfect like I'm tracing round a dime
They're complacent with the rhymes, I could never be that
Old man, I take a nap and get my energy back