lousy days took me cross mr64a,
remained caged so the boy couldn’t fly away,
got high like paper planes with school mates and steady start to contemplate matters of fate

the boy been down a wormhole
a paradox, a fallacy,
spinning yarns of gold to ellicit fantasy and parody
its all for fucking bathos
a sucker for sin so he always worship chaos
a calamity posed like ancient greek comedy
im as high as the birds call me young aristophanes
playing would ya rather with a coy lysistrata
cos this girl still stuck in my head, i got
dreams of sunny times and zoots on the bed
and instead,
all the train tracks lie on the edge of the styx
and all dreams must die if its coming to this
all stations to hell on the met line,
boatmen of volga still swingin in half time
moonlight serenade
charon clad in red and blue
no trains in view screaming fuck you,
pay me,
and im clawing at the bridge screaming fuck you,
take me

lousy days took me cross mr64a,
remained caged so the boy couldn’t fly away,
got high like paper planes with school mates and steady start to contemplate matters of fate as the train roars past we head to our escape to the paths that we took for all these damn zoot breaks,
to escape the bullshit and heartaches
mr64a mr64a

verse two brings with it a pitiful view
a so-called sleuth slewed drinking seedy brews
investigated claims in northwood news
of uncontrolable youths illiciting explosive truths
joints sparked like fireworks
clouds painted red purple as the sky burns
sun walker leo so fire where the stars turned
my birth date shook hands with fate,
destined to be a king yet my eyes stink of sin and my cries held within,
the cages,
and notes on yellowed pages
oh he’s so suprising with his black skin and his dressing so depressing he’s depressed nd wants nothing less than to those final steps outside the cages that he wept
especially when the voices in my head says i’m
//
destined to be
late to the party with all of his arsty farty shit
telling to you believe this bullshit about how the sky turns means that you’ll learn a god damn thing bout all the times he fucked up and didn’t learn,
not so great now bitch
your fucking horoscope couldn’t see shit
failure the last i checked, why don’t you cash that shit
call yourself an artist, you don’t rap bout shit
just rap bout shit,
walking bout like shit
when you ain’t bout shit

fuck that nigger man
he aint shit
fuck him man

let’s fucking go golf course
catch the sunset