Joe Hurley - The Most lyrics

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Joe Hurley - The Most lyrics

Flame goes out, no doubt, I'm on a different route That's what I'm about, fishing trout in fly I'm that guy with the name H-y couple letters in between, imma match that's mean Seen me in the hallways, I'm forever always Time is a cube and pray to gene Ray's Brave new gospel, I am the apostle Older than a fossil, shopping at a Costco Lost though and these aisle are Michelle's prison This is my panopticon and I'm in front of the vision But I'm no octagon so to stop ain't my mission And I'll sell all you out, Uncle Tom in the kitchen Never catch me switchin, never catch b**hin Never call me blitzen, or else I dip. I'm ditchin I'm the most important, but my message gets thwarted That's why I record it, before I get deported Imma clever lever, get lifted for this endeavor But forever, for ever ever, for ever ever Never gonna stop, I'm setting up shop Maybe your a cop, but you small like a polly pock They say I rock like igneous indigenous Frivolous in my innocence, dissonance on the syllabus Next cla** we discover, what's under the covers Adultery on my cover, but no it ain't no coverup My smooth talking can still bruise an uppercut Hungry for the game so I'm trynna get my supper up Yeah I love her but... There's no reciprocity Feeling with ferocity, but I ain't part of her philosophy To me it's just atrocity, to her it's just friendship My heart needs mended, cause I only dissented Oregon recommended, and LA was offended My absence my eye sense, blinded by my eyelid Guided by a siren, her song stronger than a tyrant Imma raise your standard, give you a new answer S knows P, but make you wonder where your hands were I'm the evil demon, I'm plotting I'm scheming This like a game on steam n', I believe I'm dreaming But how could I know my cogito a free throw Shot in the dark, but they found me like nemo The cure like chemo, kiss me kiss me kiss me Eighties rock references, your not supposed to get these b**h please, I've been rocking out since the sixties But my time is over, clocking out like the pixies I'm the superlative, skin and ribs I got dibs on Got you playing God like you left a game of sims on Still making 'doh' like I was Homer Simpson Super human flow but we all bleed Crimson