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With the bunny
Ears around
Bet they won't
Silent thievery
The funniest
Of sounds
In my tote
So sustainable
The money hit the ground
Cause I fought
Being hungry
When the cradle
Broke the bough
Built a boat
Floating lovelies
With the honies
In the crowd
Cracking jokes
In the vacancy
of work
That made me proud
I was lost
Tryna muster up
The courage to be loud
Blowing smoke
Feeling like
Tryna get up
Holding me down

Hide my tools in the Royal Dansk
Cookie tin like granny taught
The way I micromanage pieces
Process granular
Threading loose ends
Patching them into my schedule
Mix and matching patterns
Gas on tap that ethanol
Bug out and some extra clothes
Duffle of contingencies
Westward bound to shed the coast
Extra clips and Listerine
Surplus in the medical
You know how it get to me
Caught up at the threshold
Of some different things

A quote
Please post
With the bunny
Ears around
Bet they won't
Silent thievery
The funniest
Of sounds
In my tote
So sustainable
The money hit the ground
Cause I fought
Being hungry
When the cradle
Broke the bough
Built a boat
Floating lovelies
With the honies
In the crowd
Cracking jokes
In the vacancy
of work
That made me proud
I was lost
Tryna muster up
The courage to be loud
Blowing smoke
Feeling like
Tryna get up
Holding me down

Gut the premises
Upturned furniture like fish bellies
Looked perturbed at her
Ya man was pulling up
Why you didn't tell me
Hug the curb
I ain't dap him
He knew what was up
Smelt her medley on my shirt
It's 10pm I'm off to work
Adhering to the mess
Donation based debacles
And I'm stressed
Oh yes
The sound is far too hollow
This event got me vexed
I book after the set
No disrespect
Cause we was last it's
Best of scenario
Peddle your wares
Petty won't
Get involved
Doodle doing Pettibone
Tryna settle your square
Many won't
Dare to bare it all
Off in semi-tones
Send em off
For a proper burial
The joy of posthumous numbers
When I'm here
I want it set in stone

That's a quote
Please post
With the bunny
Ears around
Bet they won't
Silent thievery
The funniest
Of sounds
In my tote
So sustainable
The money hit the ground
Cause I fought
Being hungry
When the cradle
Broke the bough
Built a boat
Floating lovelies
With the honies
In the crowd
Cracking jokes
In the vacancy
of work
That made me proud
I was lost
Tryna muster up
The courage to be loud
Blowing smoke
Feeling like
Tryna get up
Holding me down