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Alonebola by Kid Sleepy Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2018

(Kid Sleepy)
Surprisingly sharp slurping soup in the dark
No silver spoons, thirsty Thursday knife tuned the fork
While sipping Cutty Sark sad in senseless shallow dive bars
City park marching, munching muchos Mallowmars

Voyage, navigate, wave spray, smoke haze
Frankie say, "relax..." malaise praise, always
I’m chock full and nuts with 80s phrases, no lie
I'm a fun guy on fungi, my whole life

Four score and seven, and seven on rocks
Adding nineteen to front, a renaissance detox
In response I beat box on big yachts for epochs
Then that box I beat ate my meat and drank beef… stock

Gee gosh time to get lost, watch me, Rolex
Rosettes earned from a Tarot deck of old text
Olmec, O.G. "American", I owe debts
So bet, trust in these narratives, my soul's blessed... ...
Ya’ll’re silly psilocybin, simple Rick bastards
I’ll trip into alignment while rolling on casters
A titan on long island, enlightening dutch masters
The G.O.A.T., Kobe Bryant, two numbers in the rafters

Disaster, yo, he hiding, biding time, playing canasta
In sinister S.C.C.F. with Pesci and Montana
Mean and green with Satriani's mommy, rock the casbah
Hit it yo, DiMaggio, she makes her wish to Santa

On my lap, she laps it up, for seats in section c
Elect c-sections from erections, pass 'em C P 3
Assess damaged from outlandish J C V D hustle bustle
Kick it with her, Keri Russel, Mission: Possible - eating mussels

Kitchen chronicles, methodical, barnacles, she stuck to me
Yeah I’m honest though, anatomicals... get pleased.. aww jeeez
She in between you know where and I’m tussling her hair
Superlative, I love this bitch, my Kentucky Derby mare

I'll graph subtle puzzles, accumulate castles
While eating all the truffles with New York state assholes
Who permeate and saturate your Spotify shuffles
I’ll mitigate scuffles, I'm heavyweight with knuckles

I should change my name (to what?) to Lil Sleepy
Attain some fame and stop my lyrical graffiti
Cause rappers don't rap no more, they auto tuned queers
Eminem been warming benches, nodding out, and growing beards