Andrew Isaac - Neighbor's Dog lyrics

Why don't we all go and have a talk? See, our neighbor's found their ran over dog And I thought, hey, if we all sob It would make them feel, just a little less lost? Maybe not? Maybe not. anyways Metaphorical dad always one for telling jokes I pa** my keys and C major, I tote more dope than you cope Two day tape, this jungle is primed To be the King of them all, without even lying Souffle cake has never risen in that time So pity me never, my dog is fine I pack more punch than capri sun, keep my songs short lined like Capri's son While I'm in the dungeon chained up I can make plans switch the lane up Pick your sane up, you dropped it in the street Let's take the head of a Lincoln and carve a picture from the beat Coppers on our block look for robbers, our two-cents ain't much, one sense is obvious, they look more than they can afford, instead of a dime bag of weed, switch your penny change teams Look for the crack addict, having a lucky day it seems Pluck the penny off the street and see a map of my progress Those days were so great because the ink was so blotless Plot this, honest, my jail ain't so bad A couple turns in the corner while others paying for tax Tacks on the board, sharp corners, cornerstores Robbing y'all while I stall and craft the boots to endure The cure [Hook] A couple low lifes around, won't be this time around Got our jobs at 17 and started out on the town While I glance up, glance down I'm happy now, won't be for awhile But that makes me devout, most loyal to sound She tells you what you wanna hear A protection most know ain't the lesson here I crafted pictures from places, let's take the doorframe of a basement, for rhyme's sake It's a calm state, amongst the people in the hood They tilt the frame every which way, perfection is good But the tilt it and tilt and when it falls off and k**s it they look for the odd one, it was him who concealed it Oh no I think I lost you Span so weak now but you still play vulture, pick the carca** so clean you miss the body of culture Sign us, sign us, why don't your nose hurt Take every deal that you get and get so stuffed former cold cut Cut the heat out your meal you see it everywhere, hopeless