Ted the Poet - Tuesday, 2/22/2022 2:22 AM

I'mma need a .22 for the stu'
Two for the room
Few .22's, hope I never use one of you, ooh
Too many tools popping off in LA
Too many fools that don't wanna melee
Two Tullamore Dews on the rocks straight
2:22, booze on a Tuesday
2/22/2022, hey
2/22/2022, hey
I got too many things on my mind at one time
Too many 2's I let ride this fun ride
Touché to you, feeling fine like a 9
Threw it at you and survived with some pride
Sick-minded, I think of it as a gift
Flipped light switch, I get dark and they get tense
Disguised it as someone who gives a shit
Fit right in, they don't understand a bit
Don't add to my problems
Don't add to my motherfucking problems
Let's subtract from my problems
Don't add to my motherfucking problems, please
Too much stress, but when I move, I just do what's best
I'm living like I got two months left
The tumor's left, come back like I'm not through with you yet
And doubled down like a super set
I'm too depressed, that's why I ain't really do much yet
And my anxiety is shooting through the roof up there
I had to put down the weed, it had me shook up
I picked a book up, I think that that'll make a good ass pair
With the—
.22 for the stu'
Two for the room
Few .22's, hope I never use one of you, ooh
Too many tools popping off in LA
Too many fools that don't wanna melee
Two Tullamore Dews on the rocks straight
2:22, booze on a Tuesday
2/22/2022, hey
2/22/2022, hey

Written by:
Theodore Guillory

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