[Intro] [Verse 1] Warm day Kind sky I be floatin Ain't lie gut like barney gumble, spit like llama call me dalai ta ta at an opp, opt to eye up on his eight piece bitch be jellied up, I'm jelly I ain't seen her fleur-de-lis Warp pipin' like a hyphen tween the former and his new bitch Needy sweeties bathed in bread, cuddle round my head, we sandwich Yo flow ain't hot, I'm water type, yo thotty tight like gorgonite butane bite chew through yo room, courting fire, oil plume might as well retire, nine to five's more worth yo while, ain't no shame in a nameplate near the subway turnstile I float over to you, hunched over some, not ignoring, just comfortable, actin natural as a rubber duck, i notice you, look you over with a steady hum, basey drone, thumb and pointer a mouthpiece but my chin still showin take you under my water wings, but dont you dare glaze me, spice of life's a Sisyphean seasoning, action punt reasoning point being, the give dictating the take, the bigger the bait, the longer you reeling em deal sealed you left a heel turn between relief and straight bereavement anchovy achievement and the white whale a long distant appeasement cold front on the pool front, and i'm still floatin, you believe that? that's cuz to mope's a cramp in the leg in the deep end [End]
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