ALIEN x 7 - POOR THINGS

Once upon a time in the land of "Fucked"
A doctor and a carcass came together through dumb luck
This is their story
Rollin', growlin', hungry thunder
Strike my mound, wake me from slumber
They back, they back, they back, they back, they back
Trippin', crazy, boy
Yeah, got to work
Dear god, what you doin'?
Man, leave me in the dirt, nope
For science, son, you'll rise from the curb
With these hands young one you'll learn what your worth
(Skip)
I came back to town in pieces
With my mind all loose and my body in creases
Everywhere I fuckin' look I see bewildering pieces
The amazement of a child but my body elite already
Already, ready
Yes, I'm ready
Look, listen dear papa
Man, I'm growing so fast
Don't be lockin' up ya baby, keep him trapped in the past
Don't be tellin' me the world gon' hate me like that
I'm a real boy homie, young placed in a man
Imma go outside, please?
No, you can't
Why I can't?
Why I can't?
Why I can't?
'Cause you can't
(Hear God)
This is Jenny
She my study
Give a tour of the house in a hurry
Ahh, okay
Jenny, this my dog
He quack
Wack
Mm-hmm and this my chicken 'n she meow like a cat
Kinda cool, whatchu think about that?
Whatchu think about my chicken that can meow like a cat?
Is it wack?
Be whatever the fuck you wanna be
Girl, you lost your grove
As you hide in your room
You get down on little things
Your life be colored, doom 'n' gloom
Yeah, we gon' howl at the moon
Embrace your looney little tune
Then come back with inner peace 'n' show the world how you do you
Oh, you poor things
Oh, you poor things
Oh, you poor things when the bell rings
I been movin' so quietly
That if I go down, I'll come back again
Yeah, now I'm watchin' my six
Now I'm reppin' my kicks
Jordan One, Air Force, like it ain't no trick
Skywalkin' like I'm "Luke" in this bitch
Don't cuff me, blow a bag on this wrist
Whatever happens know that I'm finna get down
Get down
Mafucka, I'm the talk of this town
Take the town, knock it down and build that bitch better
This that squishy bun town
Bella only gets wetter
You can't knock the hustle, bitch, when I only see clearer days
Find the "Crystal Key"
Now gettin' served the Minute Maid (lemonade)
How much did this minute make?
Nothing yet, but all these minutes put in contributes to everything I made
Times all that
That's an equation only "Will" will slay
Grade, easy-A
Yo, Kobe for the fade away
I'm tryna pave the way and live off the treasure
I thrive off the pressure
This has been a fuckin' pleasure
Girl, you lost your grove
As you hide in your room
You get down on little things
Your life be colored, doom 'n' gloom
Yeah, we gon' howl at the moon
Embrace your looney little tune
Then come back with inner peace 'n' show the world how you do you

Written by:
Jordan Hopa, Maia Apaapa

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