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!