Hilroy - Lullabyes 4 the Locale

Lullabyes are two-fold, they've always been for sleeping
But tonight I'm crossin' barriers, let's dive into the deep end
The news is straight flustered, hard to call it news when it's the
Same ol' head shakin', people are instead makin'
Offers for a life without a reason for the bread, makin' choices
Adult life in movies was a fantasy
But now's the time to sleep and not to worry 'bout humanity
Just try to fall asleep before they cancel me
Hush little baby don't you ever cry
For if you do, it's unwise, thought's without a buh-bye
Where's your inner tough guy? Maybe he's sleeping
Without a thought to if you're cool with that or not
Maybe he's sleepin', or just maybe it's the weekend
Yeah, it's probably what you're seekin'
Down with the know-how, bars but it's low cal
Lullabyes for the locale
Singing lullabyes for the locale
Singing lullabyes for the locale
Hush little baby don't you ever cry
For if you do, it's unwise, thought's without a buh-bye
Where's your inner tough guy? Maybe he's sleeping
Without a thought to if you're cool with that or not
Maybe he's sleepin'
And oh man is that convenient
'Cause maybe I could help him but he still ain't breathin'
And in this gutter was Daffy Duck, giving a half a fuck
Taking a catnap in the aqueduct
He says establishment's against my duckness
I'm insulted to say the least, but guess I'm gonna tough it
Eyo that's fucked up, a bird's tryna make a livin'
Daffy was a dad but he'd be fathering from prison so
This is representative and this is non-fiction
Competition is the cause of this condition
Seven billion souls stuck in bars between eights
At these rates, half of every life is just a dream state
And in my dreams
The whole family's here, even cousins
Old sandies, stale muffins some hard candies and wavy Ruffles
Purses under pews and do a lazy shuffle
And in the left hand some bibles in a dated duffle
Nasty cuffs, dirty uncles in big suits, sedated couples
And in that moment I jumped out
I couldn't smell the candles or the chemicals I'd bug out
Pull the rug out, I'd still dig this shit harder when I'm dug out
Hush little baby don't you ever cry
For if you do, it's unwise, thought's without a buh-bye
Where's your inner tough guy? Maybe he's sleeping
Without a thought to if you're cool with that or not
Maybe he's sleepin', or just maybe it's the weekend
Yeah, it's probably what you're seekin'
Down with the know-how, bars but it's low cal
Lullabyes for the locale
Singing lullabyes for the locale
Goodnight

Written by:
Reuben Gazer

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