No Tip for the Tollman Lyrics

Spit gross like an infestation

Champagne toast with the roach's nation

Bled through gauze, what a nice sensation

As I do wait for the ink's infection

Wrists bare

But my flows stay icy

Mask I wear

But my lips they still read

Houston, got a brand new rocket

I keep a couple bangers marinating in my pocket

To answer question if I do have friends

I'll kindly point to all of my pens

And also nod to a few of my kin

And I know that this fact does offend

But I can't lie

A lot of other people don't know the plight

And as for all the lovers I can only sigh

But I know some people that are by my side

Midst the sacrifice

Quarantined, but I'm used to isolation

Spit my truth as the craft's libation

Tie my shoes for my expedition

Boos and booze, neither which I am chasin'

Oh my, really want to bungle it all up

Well the Jungle gave me shiny cup

Every day I look at chalice knowing imma sup

Ramming all the beats like I'm a tup

And I really gotta say

Thriving in the middle of the donnybrook and fray

And haven't bought a pillow 'cause I never want to lay

My head upon complacency within the bale's hay

Knowing that I gotta summon greatness every day

And I

Can't help but eschew nostalgia

'Cause when I chew it I feel the nausea

I still learn from retrospection

But not without a keen myalgia

The first to call you perfect is the first to crucify you

Know the person in your bed could turn a Samson to a Caillou

And the struggle doesn't end, it just happens at higher levels

Better pick a craft you love, 'cause he won't compensate your troubles

Sacrificed a meal for beauty and then I starved to death

Suffocated when I got a chance to catch my breath

Those are the things waking dreams do whisper

I harken to those voices and to Azrael's snicker

Each day I bleed so to pay the Tollman

No charity when it comes to highway

Life's a blade from which you can't run

Contentment's, inuring to the way it does flay

Given a sword with no handle

When I was delivered from safety of womb

Grabbing the craft and I'm gulping while most are just sipping

I think it is safe to assume

They're full from cake and wine in dining room