Lawrence Mulrooney - Purple Evening lyrics

Summer evening reminiscing polka art eating Elevated from the very start Play your part Dude will squeeze at the sound of a fart I ease to the easel, Pica**o at heart Made my mark smarten up sharp as a dart My next tape hear nothing but the harps Angel music Never matter where you started Its what the f** you doing Keep it moving keep it true Life a game name is ruse Beating beats up Can't you see the bruise Rare sneaks all my feets choose Digging in the game without cleats you'll prolly lose You see I dug my own lane only thing left to do, it Wit out grips any chimp Flyer than a blimp See my face on the side of it Riding high like I was driving it Robb Report mentions king top lyrical sport Not the cars invested in the bars Yall sleeping on this fine evening Pardon my minds in the stars