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?