Fuck it, these my own days
These are the days that i wait
These are the moments that i want to sedate
Amnesiatic to the curb when i haze
These are the times where i don't feel out of place
These are my flamingo days
I exercise my bad taste through shades of grey poupon and petty on lookers that look on to my oldie days
'Cus These oldies hate, but seem to always come late after the parties done but still come for the tardy rum
Partially dumb and numb by the buckets but fucking two-to-none
Gaze the blunt and run off but fuck it my days are barely done
Down to the digits
Please don't grant all my wishes
Speed to death if you mess with my misses

Little bitches

Fuck a dropdead downward spiral Fibonacci scale
Days are numbered down in pie
Tunnel vision gemini
My pride thick and heavy like im ready 1945
Please do not judge my ways
These my pink flamingo days
Peep the window
Sun Tzu with the tempo
Taking 1, 2, steps protect ya neck Slice Kimbo
Been making ripples since the days of Ripple Magazine ruled
Put one feet up like pink flamingos in my swimming pool
Let it
Sink sink sink sink
Sink sink sink

When the boulder too immobile
And you push another drink
Shaking twin mountains hope this bitch might take the hint

Let it
Sink sink sink sink
Sink sink sink

Being fly is in my genes or maybe it's just these evisus
Yeah it's probably just these evisus