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Big Ships
[Hook:] Big ships still sink, but my boat's afloat Hands up high for the
ones who knew I'll get by for the
ones I
know With a
drink up high for the
ones I
know And I'm standing tall The
lights shine bright as stars, and I'm feeling like I
might be one So tonight it's on The
drunk mind pens the
poem, and the
poem feels just like home Live blogging from the
spot with some thoughts of granger. Puffing something strong enough to cure most cancer Shouts to world peace, and the
shit we yearn for Sometimes I
worry that we only hurry to earn more Sometimes I
worry that we only hurry to hustle Forgetting why we love, and all this beautiful struggle Shouts to Talib and the
poets with backpacks Graduate to Ray Bans, chains, and snap-backs Long as we backtrack, people can process Smoking that good life. Look at that progress Two Tone Rebel, I
can never say enough We fight the
status quo when the
status quo sucks So I'm balling in my own right. Fighting that good fight Think I
got a
chance now. Think I
got my shit right Throwing knives in the
air and hitting suckers I
be finding angles on these chickens like Chuck is [Hook] I
got a
story to tell. My anxiety's high So pass that Dutch 'till the
feeling subsides Need illiteral high. Need audible dope Those critical times I
make audible smoke Let the
audience go. Let the
lights get turned off Like I'm too grown for this shit like Murtaugh Lethal Weapon hecklers be fretting and oh dog Like I
ain't even sure what side to butter the
toast on Robots can't drink. Robots can't smoke And I
ain't fixing anything that ain't been broke Two tokes is healthy. In my lungs is hope One syllable lives. One syllable croaks And I
probably killed it on my on my tartan-clad shit Lighting up trees with the
Green Eyed Bandit. Spit a
couple bars for a
large advance Harlem shake with these shakers 'till the
cars is fast And I'm gone [Hook] [x2:] Do it big like Wallace If you don't know the
name keep quiet We going to do the
mother-fucking knowledge Keep that shit modest Wonder where the
bread's like holler Even when the
bread's on notta Gotta pay those tolls So I
be riding clean at the
most Five man I'll be giving the
post Never seen a
gift horse looking back at his mouth Gift of gab, so he might as well toast and let it marinate I
don't assume too soon. I
let it marinate It's like an Olsen twin. It's like Mary Kate It's like an Olsen twin who likes Mary Jane Even if we stumble, still bubble just like Perrier [Hook]
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