Runnin' somethin' stupid/ electrocutions/ erect locutions/ Never was athletic/ A student? "Yes and..."/ Let's fuckin' do this/ I'm gettin pretty fed up with the meta/ want the definition of "feta"?/ Hit up Meadow (That's for you, kid!)////I've been playin' it modestly/ but honestly I'm an odyssey/ ill-caholic anonymous/ You oughta want/ But not a peep/ Nada Steve/ Lennox/ The Dun Derra/ Make it pop (POP!) audibly/ Onomatopoei' ain't stoppin' me////

You can always come back to the place where it's warm...

You can always trade a spade for the swarm (And I will!)

There's a nation rallying against my notion to sing

A vast ocean left me open to sting

You can always come back to the pillow you know

May be better than the pillow you throw (Well, Goddamn!)

But the pillar you hold higher than silver or gold

Fire engulf the gulf, the tired and old

Pick it up off the pile

Hang it...

Thank it...

Do your thing, dry off and fold it, then just hold it awhile

Listen up often, pal

It sank with the sanctity through the cracks

Advanced til' old man was beholden to child

HOOK:

TRACK STAR!

Run a four-minute-mile through my mind/

I fell behind for awhile, and I been finding there's lots to know...//

RAP STAR!

Hustled dope in a style/

Grew my mind, sellin' lime for my smile/

I recognize that I've lots to grow////

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