Most days

Dedicated to my homies
who don't know where they are...

yo yo


where ya wanna be, can you see from here
the sound of your voice, nothing but the fear
steer clear and rear your loins
your knees are buckling
to the sound of my voice

choice, make it for its yours
all the kidly things are all grown up chores
clench your teeth, take the truth from the bores
it's all good advice save that of the whores

horses to ride away on
dodging responsibilities for the faun
you can't con and be gone
to con again
we'd all testify to the smell of your sin

phewwwwwwwwww smellaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy