Текст песни My Super Flu (feat. TapDaddy) - Superfluidity

I think that sounds way better
Ok, this is it

So I've made it to 30, what an adventure
Wrist studded in hexagons, listen to my lecture
I bet ya glad I met cha in this giant plasma plane detector
Where I buried many worlds into digital volumes
See me wearing my metaphysical costumes
Hell, I'm dressed head-to-toe
I've written books, made comics, even starred in a show
Many lives lived by the imagination
It's a complicated bliss between me and my creations
I'm stuck wishing they adored my dreams
Read my reams, applauded my themes
But as ink goes dry I'm still smokin'
Planning on not croakin'
Here's to toking on that hope thing
Cause what's life without an addiction? Hmm?
I'll confess... this is my affliction
Uh

That's what you're listening, too
That's what you're that's what you're listening too
It's all my super super super
My super super flu

Belly aching on anti inflammatory tablets
It's a justification of many bad habits
And no I'm not a nun
Though I wish I could run
Oh, God, help me, hear me, son
Why won't you take away this gun
And no I'm not a lyrical wizard artist
Even if I never ever tried my hardest
I'm a stupid fool wishing he were famous
Lock him up he's a donkey a dinosaur an ignoramus
Oh, how, I wish I could choose to take my muse
To paint the streets in hues of blues
Teleport up telephone poles
Burn this fiction into your souls
I'm burgeoning with bountiful bowls
Of those unshakable woes and lows
I'm a page turner
Slow learner
This is my affliction, get your clicks in
Uh

That's what you're listening too
That's what you're that's what you're listening too
It's all my super super
My super super flu

I'm hooked on the mysticism, let me shine
Writing rhymes I guess you could say
I'm miles behind the times
So, maybe you're a novel reader
Well, Chicken, I be Dickens
So quit it with the finger flicking
And how's about you give this guy
His God damn mother fucking livin'