[Verse 1]
Don't be makin' fun of him, you goofy lookin' son of bitch
The fuck is this redundant shit? I'll buck and kick your bucket list
Or suck and lick your mother's tit, I'm on my motherfuckin' shtick
Memphis be home to the boys, all the fam is in the NEMS
Wish my messages would send, late to pay my bill again
Missed it by a day or 2, pay it by September 10
Afterwards I enter zen, Eminem but feminine
I'll wear ya momma pussy out then put some makeup on my chin
Hate to break it to ya, friend, time's been catching up with him
Maybe you can save it when these days turn into days again
Pay turns into stable trends, makе this into able bodied income
Keep an еye out when Sym' come
[Verse 2]
It would take me hours to explain it
Better yet a novel wrote after my powers fainted
Maybe something written on the pavement
I haven't even started, but the chapter starts a statement
And maybe even better if I scribbled it on parchment
My memory's been starched since my family was in Parchman
That's dark, Sym, traversing the Cascades without a harness
I'm harmless. 'Less you wanna throw me to the darkness
But hark this, I'll show you how to make a dollar daily
Nevermind, mistakes were made and they refuse to pay me
The greener grass is eaten by the black sheep labeled Bailey
But maybe it's a way to find an answer to it lately
But what "it" is is a mystery itself
You take your talents and they lay forgotten on a shelf
The room is darker now than it was about a year ago
Now name the reason that the wind blow: Sympho
[Outro]
THIS IS IT, what you waited, it's all here and shit, every little scrap and crumb of it is here, I promise. Production handled and squared abay-squared away by LordByronSound, recordin in a small mountain town on some South Park shit by Jontae Montana, thank ya both. Shoutout La'Goatee: KLR, Cody, Lauren, Mr. Treez, Nxvx, and Mr. Mothafuckin Kliksta. This is Sympho, Gordon Harvey, Trevor, whatever tickles your pickle, we're gonna ease into this next joint like ya pop in ya momma, let's get it