Bishop Nehru - Harmony In A Gla** lyrics

Make this sh** sound a little raw Not a day pa**es that the gla** doesn't spill Because my happiness and sadness interact before the thrill I'm a magnet to distractions and haphazard fill Then a hazardous feel, feeling panic but still The manic man's mechanic's been ended and k**ed Like they slipped him a pill of Ritalin [?] But the real ordeal That will seal the notion was [concerned to?] Now concerting with the [?] Cos I'm who they heard of, an alien to earth Like I'm the Silver Surfer, plus [Yerpa?] In a burner, made them all a little bit sterner But I never rush the slow learner Just plant the seeds so they see and grow further The gla** [?] Still I'm blue, looking Grover Cos some years went over And my dearest still ain't steering over So I'm hoping for a clover To help me win it over [Chorus]x2 Life moves fast when you're rapped or a task And it's cries and it's laughs in this harmony gla** It spills and refills and they all seem to clash This future is past in this harmony gla** A quarter to my cup runneth over Still I'm sober So I take it back to half with some jazz bossanova The floor is my composure before the spills cross And expose the loner who's [bold didn't those throw them into a comas?] All about that dough, no Homer And I'm no condoner, just don't erupt your doper Blowing [?], so the aroma's in the [?] stuck show with No f**s, I just stroll with the funk Plus a bit of punk, and crunk, soul and bumping trunk But the junk got them drunk So my gla** adds up Had enough of the bad luck But corresponding to a [?] didn't have a chuck Cos I go for goals like hockey pucks And they plotting to stop but could not conduct I've got a gla** that's filled But I will clean it up In the next refill, I'm gonna fill to the [top?] [Chorus]x5