Tom Solar - Kuhn-TEY-juhn lyrics

[Verse 1] To pick a pepper off the pie was living a simple life Kiss the pecker b**h, tikes peeping papa pimp his wife Yikes, the book of life's full of under written plot holes One sh**ty twist: you probably gonna rot slow Some croak from large loans, or over-open jaw bones Some do clean up, no vacuum though, it's all nose All those gone, swan song, a palm, rose Sad clothes and bows, saves not a drop of bottle lows What the f** is fame though? ask yo, the hall knows The playback of plain rap is all specific bar codes Chosen by aristocratic mystic gas-huffing addict germophobes Known to f** Maybach office hoes Snow traces AWOL, names is all paid off To stay off the radar, who was at the trade-off? Wait I don't remember officer, lower your AR Given a single crayon, I'm forced to get me a day job Trying to get me some weight off, why you be like Adolf? Always made to labor so I never seen no major paper Ain't being cooperative again, I plead the f** the state law The world's a runway, a one way cake walk Champagne or 8-ball, pick your fav contagion Ham pain wanes when contained inside a séance Man stay in lane when he race a tide of chaos Rather be infected than dejected from the play-offs Sipping on the pine while bathing in the wine up in a high rise Break a piece of pride pie to ride the high of finding higher skylines to eye from a place of peace Let the gun bang because it ain't erasing me, I'm made to be [Outro] Old man told me to do the right thing Burned the piece down, f** it it's a fight thing Ain't a peace town around, not a word Turn up for the best of the worst X3