Pardon

[Intro] Pardon me brother, as you stand in your glory [Verse] Yeah, when you get too old to fight Day turns night, huggin' the light Hummin' like a bird does dubs, etcetera Love song plethoras, instead of collectin' her, you rejected her Respected her, let her be hurt Wrote her a letter and she read it 'fore rescinding Back to me she wrote, gone with 'em Fell victim to the prism of what? Color kill 'em slow Seeds don't grow by the farms They are gentrified, sent alive to me, beliefs The agnostic priests Optimistical paths so predictable to rituals Habitual, laugh if it tickles you Funny money live for you, bruh, if it interests you Mom said it's for the French in you Parlez-vous francais, obviously, probably just me Feelin like Gs Surrounded by thieves, rounded by the sea trees Planted by the rivers and the waters, praisin' daughters Bought a grave for the father Behave, I'm no martyr just, ask Marty kin Party, pooper You's a loser if you ain't with somebody On the fourteenth goin' on the twenty-sixth feelin' like a bitch 'Cause I was feelin' this bitch Wasn't doin' nothin' but feelin' her, now what? Back to feelin this paper Feelin' this vapor, caped crusader Ain't the same, I came close but no cigar folks Peach op split to the head like a dropkick Through the snares and all but who cares? I cut my hair instead of pullin' it out of my head Dawg I was something like it Now I'm nothin' without something sunk in my chair Thinkin' bout lovin' someone so rare But I can't keep followin' in Starin' at a dream, moonwalk, talkin' to ghosts Gone off of that indo smoke and we elope Dope boy on his own, God bless the child who grows the Lone Ranger from, out of the manger born Knowledge reign supreme Over nearly anyone that's afraid to dream, try [Outro] Ay yai yai yai You think those guys look like they'll ever be sensitive to my record collection? Hahahaha A bunch of football jocks, 'What do you got here? A bunch of old albums or something?