Blu Blak Truk - Thoughts

Oh no, here we go again
Where do I even begin
My first last thought on any other day
Will would you give it any thought today

What is, is, is What
What is, is, is What
What is, is, is What
What is, is, is What

Remember the time that I, I complained
I forget a time that I, I refrained
That was dumb, was nearly always numb
That was dumb, but was sometimes kinda fun

The thought of limits and the limits of thought
The thought of limits and the limits of thought
The thought of limits and the limits of thought
The thought of limits and the limits of thought

Wasn't afraid of the wet stuff
Went to work with fragments and shards
Even started creeping out the bad guys
Coups only painful to those that don't die

Pro the Poetic profanity
Pro the Poetic profanity
Pro the Poetic profanity
Pro such profane poe poetry
Fucking fucker's fucking fucked, fuck
Fucking fucker's fucking fucked, fuck
Fucking fucker's fucking fucked, fuck
Fucking fucker's fucking fucked, fuck

Written by:
Jonathan Reinders

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