End Credits
When I get high, man
I start thinkin’ bout rhymes and
All kinds uh crazy shit
But I’m lazy as shit
And so meta about it
How did I did it my way?
Show em what Ol’ Dirty taught ya
Laka not no bastard, Love my dad, Attached to me
Master T maste’rly let the caca go sideways, bout it *
Frown faster than when you get let down
Slow it down, it’s gettin too crowded
*
I’m so chill, man
My name is Will, and
Terrified of being boring or annoying
So I bury down the silly in me and
Write it in a rhyme
Never told a lie but I’m lyin all the time in my mind and it’s fine  *

I don’t expect you to care or vibe
Just sayin’
Just prayin’ day in and day out
Lookin for a way out
In a world where there’s no way out but death
Yes, I’m so chill, man
Sell my soul for a million?
You out yo mind, huh?
You must be jokin, bruhhhhh
I gotta essay to write, but
I’m still smokin’ uhhHhh
Man, my clan grew up on that shit
Black like a starry night
Black like tarry shit comin’ out my ass like something’s wrong
I love this song
I love my Mom
I love myself*
I Love all the cool ass people I’ve met
I Gotta lotta love yet to give*
Suck it
I’m stuck inside
Ready for the shuck and jive
Fuck it we’ll do it live*
Or else it’s better than somethin’
There may be someone out there better than any other motherfucker
But I’ll..
..It’ll amount to nothin’

Belittle ‘em down to nothin’
It’s not luck
It’s turnin gratitude into a thought I had-in-a bath tub rubber duckin with epsom salt
Eatin dark chocolate
Lo-Fi get it poppin’

“End Credits”

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William Scott Tucker

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