I'm a human with a crutch
I treat music like a drug
Drink kombucha by the jug
If you ain't got bubbles you in trouble
I'm a sack of flesh and bones
With a mask of jest and prose
One more dance then let it go
If you don't like bubbles kick rubble
You can kick rocks in some flip flops
I can chop wood I got a big ox
Nothin but bubbles up in my drip drops
Every mumbles a puzzle for you to jigsaw
Yeah we chop wood on the daily
Just another hobbit with a daydream
Maybe I'm an otter wit a brain freeze
Belly full of mollusk like damn thats tasty
You can catch me by the wharf
Treasure map tucked in my shorts
And thermos full of borscht
Seadog with a yip and a yeehaw
I chug bubbles by the keg
I leave nothin in my wake
Make me laugh and you'll get sprayed
Seesaw on the tip of the tetons
Gorilla grip in the fist of the king kong
Silicate in the chip for the recon
Vanilla mixed with the militant be calm
Super silly a Supercillious detox
I carry whats buried deep in the peat moss
I been switching bodies for an aeon
Precog with the palms of a tree frog
So I can stick to my dreams and not peel off
Carbon cycles made of stars
Ride em without handlebars
Twinkle twinkle in a jar
Free Mason of the least sacred
From a pit of swallowed grit
I can skip a monolith
Over onyx polished mist
Teeth achin from a weak statement
I could Bleed language in a deep sanguine
Greek phaedrus even when I speak lamens
Green acres with a street flavor
Baby Jesus in a fleece blanket
I been overpayed I've been cheap labor
I been face deep in the heat vapors
Life aint a beach on a screensaver
The only thing guaranteed is cya laters
I'm back on my bubble shit
If you ain't you a sucka fish
New paint on the mothership
You like don't hoverin
well don't stand under it
Chugging bubbles til my throat burn
If I can do it you can do it your turn
Been doing it forever no sojourn
And ima keep chuggin till im nothing but a full urn
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