4TH STREET
Magnus Mason
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He payed me on on 4th street Said make me afford three Wait, whatever times four, please But guess I'm late Whatever the lord means Windows tinned you can't see the villain When I'm just really tryna keep this feeling Just partially seen that they keep refilling And I ain't been seen near the building Call me misfit, don't get it twisted Best believe it wasn't scripted It seemed so sweet, they call me gifted I must be aided by a liquid When there's money they wanna have it And people tend to show their facets In a room that's full of clouds, just to see who grabs the basket See who masked it, pack for breakfast Whatever I've seen, wont talk to a casket They almost as bad, as bad as their tactics Could have just have went, attempt to redact it At least the Porsche has got a few horses I roll me the finest and cone it to torches, To ease up my mind, I light up remorseless I couldn't listen I couldn't afford it I smoke out of boredom, gon' smoke till I'm forty Guess he came, to pay me on fourth street Whatever I wished but I said times four please (But I said times four please) Or at least to afford three Gone in a lobby, got something to worry Been minutes too late, like still it's a hobby Just part, just part, just part and just part Gon' ever be sorry I waited my minute I ain't gotta worry They hardly keep limits, lose parts of the story Guess some fairytales miss glory But I won't have another worry Need this thing called humanbeingness Since everybody's being less Can't sleep or rest, I seem obsessed And you can't even see the stress So deep I rest, won't keep a guest It's me too deep on Peters' quest Can't sleep for weeks it's keeps me timid Just hope my card ain't got no limit I'm a martian, I'm gon' bargain, I'm Charles Darwin, in my jargon, ask a parson But please pardon, I couldn't garnish my disharmony I crossed a line well, well there's the margin Damn I couldn't even park it Wait a minute, I need to spark it It lit me up but it was arson At least the Porsche has got a few horses I roll me the finest and cone it to torches To ease up my mind, I light up remorseless I couldn't listen I couldn't afford it I smoke out of boredom, gon' smoke till I'm forty Guess he came, to pay me on fourth street Whatever I wished but I said times four please but I said times four please Or at least to afford three
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