Lyrics

How easily this all got carried a way

In order to salvage it all

You easled me

Painted me out to be

The bad guy- chico stick

Ego thick as Jiffy

Skippy

And Peter Pan

In a – first one- The hustle and rhyming

word,

made things- heavy,

casket ready- but you couldn’t live with it,

so you made your presence known

Damn second one

Hop and jump be in back seat

Driver dusty,

but the dirt I have on you

Just a small part-icle

It doesn’t matter- or does it-

Bakers – or Oceans

Should I put my trust in any of it

just for fun- knowing who funds my currensy

Jet life be the headline

But the paragraphs have pajamas

as the headliners

Small fry to a big timer -

Mad when I don’t call you baby

I know you’re the 5 star general

Tso what- I’ve known you since you were

captain obvious

Hot plates – rice cookers and holy bonnets

Rice cakes- knots given to onlookers and writing only sonnets

For months- you deemed me special

Delivery needing a signature

Never told me what I sign…

Well tell me now then

I rode the third one before

Getting a proper

Answers to my questions would

never land – Over it don’t you under

Standing up for myself needed a

kick in the pants to catch my breath

Trust issues with a trust fall

You drop by unannounced