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Get Out Of Park

 

Get Out Of Park

(album: Written Thursday - 2011)


Headlights on high beam, look at what's behind me
Nothing nevermind, I apply a little Visine
Timing my drive interstate 9-5
2-1 fifth to 4-1-0 the cop's are turning blind eyes
Thank you my itinerary is obliged
And my waning patience never thought that you would be so kind
But you were so, thank you cuz' now I don't have to murk those
Fuckers in the fast lane driving slower than church goers
You know the ones who wanna die and pay taxes
Never have cash but if I'm dead you can have it
Stash it up in your mattress it'll last
Just about as long as it takes you to premature ejac, so

Go Get out of park
You gotta march
So Go Get out of Park

They're smoking pot till the kettle's black
I could never bet on that
I'm calling people out go ahead and take the rental back
That car ain't yours homey, you and I know it
Have a little transparency apparently they towed it
Never know when cards are getting pulled we're trying to get through
Keep the car in drive cuz' if you park they might get you
Let you patiently suffer until you're muffled
Only laurels I can rest on are Hardy the boys buffer
Than the rest of them concave unflexed chests
I ain't talking bout muscle the hustle is complex
Thoughts are convex and they bulging til' expulsion
Even with a pop-stopper can't EX my plosives like

Go Get out of park
You gotta march
So Go Get out of Park

I'm feeling like I'm on neptune
We grinding harder than the people who in charge
Who allege they got the best tunes
Allegedly I am never gonna concede until I find a new deal
I'm mister 52 weeks
FDR with the rhetoric, but I'm Teddy when it comes to getting heavy
Speak soft with the big stick
I'm thinking big pic Tom Hanks with the stature but it's natural
Imagination's a big kids
I hope you dig this, but if you don't that's cool
Not everybody is happy in the pig shit
But I'm satiated hopefully ingratiated
Toast to anyone who is driven I really hope you make it

Go Get out of park
You gotta march
So Go Get out of Park

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