Dimma (Last Chance U)

Last Chance U
Ash can't you
Make a new tune
Give us something to dance to
An anthem, damn son
That anthropological
Dialogue is tired dog
We need that fire bro
We need that ride along
The side an Ireland body of water
Cigar in order
Like you just had daughter
My alma mater called
Told me I've become a martyr
I'm only getting older
It's only getting harder

I'm only getting smarter
Tried to diversify
Turns out writing raps
Is good for getting by
Killing time and getting high
At least the moments
Get memorialized
Wait there's more to life?
Man I'm mortified
How am I suppose to access
The outer axis of our actions
What through practice?
Mans that wack shit
I need racks
For rib racks
From north cacalacky
On acid
Kicking hacky sack
With Bill and Cousin Jackie

I think my name means Happy
I'd say that's accurate
There's some tact to it
If nothing is immaculate
At least there's ass for smacking
That's what it's there for
Rare form with Nore
Woke up drunk at the airport
Clairvoyant
Paranormal
Til I cut my hair short
Like Iroquios
Trusting white men was a error boy
Territory terrible story
Parables they bore me
Red herring
For sure
You should get a corgi