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letra de my own drum - mr. cl( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°) n - gmcfosho

[verse 1]
recived a message saying that they really miss the old me
funny thing is, is back then they didn’t know me
how my greatest dream was to have a room of fans blow me
cause i was hot, and i wanted my d-ck sucked
life’s simple pleasures, most days i rest
i only play the simple measures
if you think i jest just grab a spork and test this recipe
proof is in the pudding masquerading as an effigy
everyday i wanna quit my story is an elegy
march to my own drum though it lacks a melody
if all we really need is some l-o-v-e
no wonder n0body serious ever f with me
see, with so much focus on the letter d
why expect for you and i to ever be
waitin’ for growth but catchin’ z’s in this reverie
tired of plantin’ seeds, so i scheduled a vasectomy

[chorus x4]
ba dum ba dum bum
there my drums go

[verse 2]
i wish i could live life in reverse and die first
suffer alzheimers but remember how to curse
truth be told it wouldn’t affect my vocabulary
p-ssed the lie-detector for that i did in january
snapping bone and sinew discontinued flow of capillaries
left the body shriveled up in a mine past my last canaries
asked my actuary whats the risk in investing clandestine
confessions deception will keep this heat off of me like convection
are my eyes real if i can’t see my reflection built so many me’s
that i can’t hide my erection
tried to leave my mark but written off as an impression
question:
is it truly natural selection if we all die out from ignoring the weak’s suggestions?
not noticing what makes us strong is built from imperfections
quick to use erasers but rarely made are corrections
creating more grey areas to add to our complexion

[chorus x4]
ba dum ba dum bum
there my drums go

[verse 3]
for every action taken know the outcome isn’t dubious
planning to watch the world burn like i’m mount vesuvius
and when it falls apart there’ll be no duct tape or glue for this
smackin’ on a pack of gum like “what? chu’ think i’m new to this?”
free to think i’m weird or mental
control my own life while those who talking usually driving rentals
hear the crash but there is no cymbals
thought i was seeing red but what was read was on the kindle
take the thread from the spindle reap what i sew
thought the world was mine but heard we all sleep with the ho
goin’ straight to the moon in the kisser like “pow”
tell the earth i owe you nothing like i bought a couple vowels
plenty fish in the sea and i’m the deadliest catch
soft batch of cookies and some socks that don’t match
this place is for the birds like some crumbs on a trail
you couldn’t feel my words if i wrote them all down in braille

[outro]
ba dum ba dum bum
there my drums go
there my drums go
there my drums go
ba dum ba dum bum

- gmcfosho

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