Tree High Climbers - Two Fold

Everywhere I go got my bifold wallet
Without a care I'm bold and I haul it
Isn't fair hold knowledge
Getting there hold a dollop
Promise to rap till my tongues creased
Flawless prophet, the gods sneezed
Henry Wallace, got a vice greased
Talk about it, the right squeeze
Office vomit, my work sick as Salmonella is
I rock polish, topic solid
If you wonder what it was
Then just go back a bunch
Got a hunch if you wonder whodunnit
You know it's me I brung it, I get it the way I want it
King of the beef whop ya on it
Beat the beat up positive
Defeat the fucking thing I'm on it
Eat so much I'm a glutton on it
Pontiac (Where?)
In the Walmart parking lot
Stopping car to shop for some Parmesan
That's car cheese
Stop at the bank
That's car chase
Block the ball to save face
Use the rubber I erase
Expect it all unphased
Hands up like y'all praise Yahweh
Yahweh yahweh yahweh

By the time all this finished
Try to triple my wallets thickness, multiply what's in it
You just bent yours in thirds
That's one way to two fold
Found you in a dumb position
That's a new low
Sorry that's your view
Needle to balloon
I'll probably poke a few holes
Spoken art on wax, that's Tussauds
Madame, I'm a dog til I Croak
Never choke or got a frog in the throat
Came from up above, north of Trudeau
So, you won't see my drive slow, despite ice or snow
No punches thrown, still a fighter though
Fought writers block, competition mopped
One project dropped, still at least five to go
I don't cut corners but my favorite product cropped
Yours, probably taken off the lot
Goals, famous on a yacht
Mine, faded on a dock
Mind drifting round the clock
Hands sifting through the grains of sand
Paid to offer thoughts

Yahweh yahweh yahweh

Written by:
Kyle French, Owen Wendel

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