THE SANDS OF TIME

(album: THIS DOES NOT EXIST - 2020)

Stripping under street lights
I see like three dykes tripping
Can I see right?
Bug on me linger
I feel a tug and I tingle
Like hoe
Like no that can't be right!
Door bell a ringer
Like nigga
Who could that be? night
Blood on my fingers again
She run then I bring her to pen
Green marijuana turn
Red when I been with my friends
Blowing smoke
Send it to heaven, amen
Amen

I been, walking the block with a pen
Not rocking with my cock by the firing pin
Sometimes I be talking
I would rather you don't know my hand
Climbing and hopping a fence

I'm robbing that cop for his pants
Fuck yo children nigga
Pop at you skip and you prance, uh
Watching you doing yo dance
Move yo feet
Fuck with other people
People outta come fuck up yo chance
Reaper keep time by the sands

And my momma know I'm tripping
Cuz I get it from her
Let her call I'd rather be alone
How could you be such a piece of shit
Imma gave you a home
Imma not pick up the phone
I got rot inside my bones

No matter what you do
Don't forget to breathe

Stew in my feelings a habit
Gripping the foot of a rabbit
Tripping I'm full of the acid now
Back in 7th grade swore I would never pass the loud around
Now I regret it would never have said it
If the class unbiased
Bow down and get back to yo business
Complete sentence
Dennis is acting a menace
Table tennis

Ping pong
Sing song
Do not talk to your dentist
He got work to do
Surely you, would rather walk through your penance
Doing my time on this planet
Goddamn it
Doing my time on this plan it
Goddamn it