[Intro: Donnie Trumpet]
For J.P., bring it home Lane
Yeah
[Verse 1: Donnie Trumpet]
J Dilla makes me wanna write raps
But I've never been good at that
So I scribble on my cracked Berry
About every little memory that climbs through vines of dead brain cells
But, actually, I like to write because I like riding trains
And waiting twenty minutes in the rain
To catch a glimpse of the metal frame
That dances in your irises
That's where the fire is
That rooftop life is
Painting pictures of scriptures over illegal notation
I resist temptation to write on everything I see
Everything bleeds, even me
Everything bleeds, even me
Everyone sings, even me
Everyone clings, even she
Every love stings, even we
Anything is possible
[Verse 2: Donnie Trumpet]
Like Kenny J
Everything's exciting, like when Mike met Nike
Hiking like Stevie's gold rings and accessories
Easily stained like [?]
Easily stained like [?]
Take her over the ruffled bridges
Reach under her ruffled breeches
To wherever respect and dignity decided to take a day off
And smoke a few doobies
Blow away anxieties through doobies
[?] Jane married a magical fairy [?]
Fairly, barely, rarely can turn to a witch
With the flick of a switch
It's like this track
A rolled up fist, a rolled up stick, a roll-
Cough cough
[Verse 3: Donnie Trumpet]
A hiccup! My flow
W-w-w-w-w-w-w-what, what happened to
My-my-my flow?
I'm still on the same row
I was on ten minutes ago
I can't write poetry, I just scribble
I can't play basketball, I just dribble
I can't play the trumpet, I just fiddle
I can't lie, I just fibble
My poems don't make any sense, a riddle
Fuck!
Why don't my poems make any sense?
Everything bleeds, even you
Everything bleeds, even goo
Got bitches going ga-ga over the lady
But, life is like a circus
Circle us and drop before we walk, before you hop
You got, bowled down, because
D. Rose got that shit
My lip is starting to finally hit that trumpet mouth piece again
Does why my poems gotta make sense?
Have focus, like seventy lenses
Hocus pocus never felt so good to me
My newest revelry, with no referee
I said, I am me, I'm finally free
I said I mean we, are free
Are free, are free, are free
[Vocal Outro: Macie Stewart]
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