Tom Sawyer - El Oso

(burping sound)
Fuck
A dark cave, liquid-dripping, bouncing this sine wave
A brown haze backdrops the city like school stage
A cool breeze breaking only if it's a stark gray
These bugs are duplicating, diaspora, part ways
It's the dark days, demon, wannabe gorilla
But they're just saying I'm funny, something, a wannabe Stiller
I would like to be thriller, an opportunity killer
But El Oso is over-hibernating, dormant in winter
Orbital fixture, domicile, empty boxes the guest list
It seems that every visitor's self-serving the breakfast
Disappearing, they're selfish, my appearance, can't help it
I'm so bored with the corpses, the ceiling plastered with velvet
My illusions from music mimic high water and pipe dreams
If I swallow some salt water, would I be able to die clean?
Or my sin, has my kin take my shirts to get dry cleaned?
So I look clean with my fat overlapped in the casket
It won't close like a trunk popped with luggage that's massive
Fuck it, just shut it, we can't afford to get stuck in traffic
On the way back from the mass procession, imagine,
Had I just walked out my room and threw my mic in the trash bin,
Hold up
Had I just walked out my room and threw my mic in the trash bin,
What's up?
Had I just walked out my room and threw my mic in the trash bin,
Fuck up

Written by:
Sawyer Boyd

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