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Wry Fawkes

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Yeah
Yeah what's up everybody, my name is Ray the Man
You know who this is
Coming at you from the South Side
The smoothest man south of the Fraser
Yo, 92.3 New World Radio
This is the cat called Wry Fawkes
Coming up from the South Side
Maybe you heard of him, I don't know
He's not into that, you know, trap queen
Tah Tahs, booty and chains and all that shit
But lets listen to what he has to say
Yo, it's 7:30 get up, let's merc the next 18
Say a prayer, wash my ass, and fiend for the Maschine
A triple dose of caffeine, else I'm floating through a smoke screen
Sky Train sardine so I lean, it's got the l'eau de latrine
Lotus Land demand 80 grad to set you on your feet
Where earning above the mean doesn't mean ends meet
Everything's up but the paycheques, to buy the land out West
You could spray your mind on these sheets but they softer than breasts
And I wanna bounce but these problems trounce me by the ounce
And shot clock's ticking down, time to pounce
And rhymesayers turned game players, saying we not playing ball
But Mellow and Wry, we stay tall, we never fall
I press the pedal hit the floor but things still moving slow
We didn't come this far without nothing to show
And I'm a far cry from what I envisioned long ago
And that's what happens when you can't satisfy your soul
I press the pedal to the floor but things still moving slow
We didn't come this far without nothing to show
And I'm a far cry from what I envisioned long ago
And that's what happens when you can't satisfy your soul
I'm feeling like I'm going mad, this won't last
Competing interests got me living half-assed
I take out my frustration by beating these pads
And neighbors call the cops saying I got the game by the 'nads
And dames mad cuz I screen calls, dolls demand time
A liability I default at sub prime
And SLP's on incline, mad weight to stop tipping
And lots of likes and follows but cats ain't listening
Inflated like Michelin, strugglin' like Michigan
They tryin' to crack the granary, they dust off the flattery
Brush of the vanity, slick, those thumbs are for noses
It would be nice if we could still smell our roses
I press the pedal hit the floor but things still moving slow
We didn't come this far without nothing to show
And I'm a far cry from what I envisioned long ago
And that's what happens when you can't satisfy your soul
I press the pedal to the floor but things still moving slow
We didn't come this far without nothing to show
And I'm a far cry from what I envisioned long ago
And that's what happens when you can't satisfy your soul
And 2015 blew by, pursuing what touches the eye
Advance my stance, get 'em high like Ali butterfly
Ring dance and trying to get a leg up with a prayer and a wing
Before the bell tolls and these bills swallow me whole
Midnight oil burning and my wax got two wicks
My pockets lookin' ripped like I'm creepin' with two chicks
Don't get me wrong God, I'm grateful for the provision
But I see counterfeits trying to lead and take position
Stacking grain, but pushing cane rock to prop they game
And my aim seldom fixed, and looking like a weather vane
And now I'm in grad school, playing my hand
Doing whatever this man can stand to advance a grand
And that's my plan
And that's my plan
And hope it don't fail me none
I hope it don't fail me non son
This is what you get when you wandering around
Need some direction in my life
I need some direction in my life
I need some direction in my life
Because no matter how hard we strive
You will not succeed
You will not succeed if God isn't in the driver seat
You will not succeed unless God is in the driver seat
Yes, God is in the driver seat
He's in the driver seat
And that's how it goes

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