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Disorganized Fun (4:10)


Voice. Testing. Testing.
Choice. Suggesting. Suggesting.
This just might be a challenge, hey
Let’s go, roll with the flow... riiight...

I see no reason, to organize fun
My fun disorganized, and now it's done
I see no meaning, no way to run
No reason, my time has come-

The time to spend on them little things, spend on rehabilitation in rhyming since, I went on vacation and forgot all. The little things, the little things so small. What can I call me, who can I call, who will find me so raw and so rare that they'll be like "AW - someone check this bloke out yo! It's like he was born with Gucci clothes! Not in a disrespectful way." and then you'll hear them say "He's just so vivid just so strange hear him play. I've been in a lot of awesomeness, but he's out of range, just way to awesome to justly remain". Too insane. Waaay to insane my man, oh yeah, he's so great, like Moses on cocaine can you cope can you take and I'll be like "break".

I see no reason, to organize fun
My fun disorganized, and now it's done
I see no meaning, no way to run
No reason, my time has come-

The time to spend on them little things, all the momentums that always seem to bring. Justice and joy and all them things you've always liked but still haven't seen at all since. You stepped out of the crib, to find someplace to live, to find a wife and stick, up for a bundle kids, too cute to cuddle with, a job to last all day, and one that you don't like, so you can stay away, from everything you love, and in time grow to hate, the life that you so promptly decided to take. But I'm a different race I'll just roll, on the waves that seem to rumble in my soul, I'm a different person I know I'll just - be, whatever I want to, you see! Everybody be like you can't live that, but I don't give a shit, I'm free I don't feel trapped. If you won't live like me, then I won't live like you, it don't matter what you say it don't matter what you do. I say. I say. I say have very nice day!

I see no reason, to organize fun
My fun disorganized, and now it's done
I see no meaning, no way to run
No reason, my time has come-

The time to spend on them little things, things that shine things that move things that shimmer in. A bright sunlight that loses all line of time, and at times I forget to rhyme. Been listening to this music hear, with rises so high and a sound so clear, can you feel it can you feel the vibes in the air, this is my life and I want to share. I want to share all them little things, all them rhymes all them verses that I like to bring, everything, everything that I create so that you can live a life at least half as great when you hear me, no need to fear me, I'll be there when you need my strange voice in your ears or your dreams - to prepare - for the coming day. In your little gray life gray tie gray concrete way.

But I'll never be part of this you see!
And I've never been part of this homie!
And I will never stoop as low as you do!
I just want to fly to the blue skies a new

Yeah Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah Yeah,
Chuckahchuckah wah wah wah wah yooo!
Yeah Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah Yeah,
Chuckahchuckah wah wah wah wah yooo!

Ahah, hahaha, woo, yo! yeah! Weee!

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