tired
by the mighty sun
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about
i wrote this today. it is a 'socially conscious' rap about poverty, drugs, and misogyny.
lyrics
Listen, man
went the man with the hat
in the back of the trolley
backpack full of molly
wallow, sickened in a Fairway on the
first of february and it's tired, dude
Second chance
went the man with bag
it’s a drag to slough off
rough drop to the bottom
foggy, rotten and embarrassing
harassing the locals
and it's looking fucking tired, dude.
Beatling the bailiff better barter with the beggar’s daughter
Battling the caliph for the capture of a cup of water
Don’t bother, he ain’t listening, he’s at a wake in the wake
Of some ancient martyrs’ christening
Danger, Mrs. Robinson, they found your pills
spilled them to the papers, Now and Laters in the hills
Stills of booze, bills for rouge
And the lazy malais-y male men may never believe you (I do)
Last chance
Went the dude, blaidd drwg
With the drugs in his pocket
And a lock around his sprocket
And a finger to the pulse of
Patriotic pedants’ pseudo-docket
A socket tomb-y dude, looking to me like he’s tired
Backward glance
Poor child on a tram
With a pack full of ugly
Cuz it stack a little money
Funny really isn’t quite the wording
Everybody’s hurting, and we’re all just so very tired
went the man with the hat
in the back of the trolley
backpack full of molly
wallow, sickened in a Fairway on the
first of february and it's tired, dude
Second chance
went the man with bag
it’s a drag to slough off
rough drop to the bottom
foggy, rotten and embarrassing
harassing the locals
and it's looking fucking tired, dude.
Beatling the bailiff better barter with the beggar’s daughter
Battling the caliph for the capture of a cup of water
Don’t bother, he ain’t listening, he’s at a wake in the wake
Of some ancient martyrs’ christening
Danger, Mrs. Robinson, they found your pills
spilled them to the papers, Now and Laters in the hills
Stills of booze, bills for rouge
And the lazy malais-y male men may never believe you (I do)
Last chance
Went the dude, blaidd drwg
With the drugs in his pocket
And a lock around his sprocket
And a finger to the pulse of
Patriotic pedants’ pseudo-docket
A socket tomb-y dude, looking to me like he’s tired
Backward glance
Poor child on a tram
With a pack full of ugly
Cuz it stack a little money
Funny really isn’t quite the wording
Everybody’s hurting, and we’re all just so very tired
credits
released October 19, 2017
sample used: "medley" by dick and libby halleman
everything else: tmfs
sample used: "medley" by dick and libby halleman
everything else: tmfs
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the mighty sun California
the mighty fuckin sun is but a wandering showman of dubious origins. he thanks you for your time.
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