Lyrics 35&6 - GDP

So is a blood spore mental calisthenics catch wrecked test of intellect
Not that it's hot right now like Olympics
And this has been cash as clay cast the paper mache
They asked show Joe Turf Fake and my grass roots reach up to me legs
But still I have faith in that young adults can take it back
Act like black flag
35 dollars to my name and a 6 pack
It's lunch, but his swagger and his shit eating smirk
That is Jacqueline high or Tyler Jerd in the merges soon is neal drop on top of vinyl surface
Get respect, 'cause I'm determined. It's a privilege that you earn from putting work
And a lot of times it goes unnoticed no I can't make them believe or write of every single person
Whether I dive eyes open
Or belly flop blind folded
It's a lost cause to tell me otherwise from this point forward
So roll this, like we let the good times do and get the girls nervous
Mother fucking throwers
Keep my mind and my options open
Use my opinion like an instrument
Keep my mind and my options open
Use my opinion like an instrument
Clear my throat
Than clear my mind
Share experience using know words that sound alike make
Sense in the present tense
Wax what's in my head
While you lament from the bed spitting of what could of been
I'm seated fire side with a bib all that you could speak Buffet
My tray reaches the ceiling
Display styles for days, months, decades
As long as it takes until I'm critically acclaimed and 'cause people are snakes
My mom blew stuck a deus crews excluses
Knew this
Ain't no bass ass backwards politics of hip hop music
Just sincere dudes doing tunes original as posible
Not just polished skills with a hint of philosophical
Keep my mind and my options open
Use my opinion like an instrument
Keep my mind and my options open
Use my opinion like an instrument
Keep my mind and my options open
Use my opinion like an instrument
Keep my mind and my options open
Use my opinion like an instrument