(Chro 6) Bunny Style 3 Lyrics

But I don't give a fuck, I'm gonna get up

I'll bring a cup outside and let it fill up

Pissing on a plane from a pillar

A father doesn't worry about the filler

Why we bother belching at a hiccup

You should keep your branch, don't let them stick up

Being honest, getting older keeps you realer

Sometimes this world could turn you to a killer

Getting older, too colder, open up a new folder

Go above your head like the roof over

Move over, a true loner

Awoke in a doomed coma

The smart shew like a new loafer

Confused gophers, the hard truths and views

From astute brokers, got us jumping like frogs

Green croakers, astute stokers

Pay attention, don't you lose focus

Move perfect, dance bitch, do sokka

And life's harder than a blue boner

Some choose Jehovah,

I parley with the stars and attune sober

Spinning ball in my palm, light up solar

Dunk on the sun, run around the corona

Oaths never broken, toast the moon under sulphur

This world is a choker, baby boom, behind poison vulva

Bloom toxic in a system dystopian

I'm riding shotgun with my bitch, she's a soldier

There's always fallout when the strap gets exposure

Facing all tits like a true motorboater

Your fake Coca-Cola's a kink to a coder

Put an X in your files, my skull is a molder

Paying my dues, best believe it's all kosher

Music's my porridge and it feeds my ambrosia

Dip in my river, you'll see it's an ocean

Water will fall if you're surfing for closure

Keep your mind open, no need to be famous

Will you fight for a right or still lie in the name of

Shaming the plight while you cry for the nameless

Call me a pig bitch, we feast from the same trough

Missing points, must've had your aim off

I could shut my eyes and stab a dart into the same spot

Bullseye, triple twenties dripping out my paint pot

Coming down hard, hit the floor like a raindrop

Analyze my cylinder, you'll understand I rain drops

You'll notice when I'm gone because you'll feel the fucking reign stopped

Left you with some son so my legacy can reign on

Smoke a whole field, dancing happy cause I made crops

Lights heat bright, burning flicker from a fake moth

Work around the clock then dream of giving up your day job

Night shift strong, it's the darkest before dawn song

Birds speak long, another day of tweeting morons

But hey, rabbit hole chronicles

But hey, the pain

But hey, I'm out

But hey, but hey

But hey