Popeye

[Hook] Yo, yo! Popeye kickin’ the can but never eats the spinach Seems I never reach the goal but always meet the finish Though, I know my heart, goes I feel my heart, go I know my heart, goes Yes, still my heart, goes, goes [Verse 1] So, I had to bite the bullet, the casing, the trigger My nigga said, “Sun never felt so, blah; sleep never felt so, yawn” Cleon could’ve been that dude, no one remembers though Posse moved on? Possibly here (yeah), possibly long gone Finna slow cook from Midwestern warm storms The story goes See hot pot touch hot pot, I’ll never know Third, four, fifth degree, makes no diff- to he (Ow!) I’ll never say “peace out,” I just peace out They at me at me [Hook] Wiley Coyote 'cause all my great regrets, always define my image Seems I never reach the goal but always meet the finish Popeye kickin’ the can but never eats the spinach Though, I know my heart, goes Yet still my heart, goes [Verse 2] So, I guess I’m still alive Guess being fresh to death can’t help the fire of death inside Maybe it’s all a lie Or maybe I survived on being I and got some karma on my side, Not sure why, they say I’m a good guy I guess I’ll take they word, it’s more a burden to deny At times I’m going crazy trying to renovate my mind like bro from Pi Either cool is just a guise, or the same, maybe the fool is the disguise I open up my eyes, and spin in three-six-oh degrees And see “Spy Versus Spy” within me, plottin’ how to end it [Hook] Wiley Coyote great regrets always define my image Seems I never reach the goal but always meet the finish Popeye kickin’ the can but never eats the spinach Though, I know my heart, goes Yet still my heart, goes I know my heart, goes I feel my heart, go, go, go [Outro] I know my heart, goes I know my heart, goes I know my heart, goes I know my heart, goes …you is great, I wish I could be you more often!