Panic With A Panic Buddy Lyrics

Panic With A Panic Buddy - Teddy Faley

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... I keeps my goals unsteady

That don't affect nothing in the low light setting, all alone

But if I light this bowl that might get me in the zone

And if I split this pill like the 2nd episode

... You’re such a low life Teddy

I keep a shook still but a stoge light steady

In the cold, been known to light a stove pipe petty

There’s not enough room for my own typesetting

Let alone, distracted in a way you couldn’t track if in the snow

On another plane, afraid all my landing gear’s broke Man appear cold like can of beer

Overhead got underway, no chandelier

My get up and go done got up and went

They bloodied my nose, i'm proud as a bitch

10/10, woke up in bed, I’d do it again

I keep a bottle in the freezer and a boot in the fridge

Rap Ebinezer Scrooge, I used to be a decent dude

Life gave me lemons, I made people move

I couldn’t tell though, used to walk along a haunted hallway on my elbows I stood her up, strung her along and called her cello

What the deal, could you tell that wasn’t real

I showed him to his room, fed that elephant a meal

I grew up in a dark mood, I know the way it feels

You know, the devil that you know

I know scared

I guess i'm lucky I ain't never had a neighbor

Bought my own sugar, recorded louder later

Occam's razor, Plato caver, major paydirt

Pop off, i'm in your face like nay-ner nay-ner

I be the same sarcastic asshole from the blackest black hole And in fact I act overly crass

I crack open a flask and slash colon a past

I don't remember right until I’m four deep in the glass

And yo, it seems so

Trying to get my sit down self to heave ho

And that's tougher than it looks, but look, it could be tougher In the end we're all churned butter

Fuck your grandmother

Cool, the fever don't stop

Lock that fucker in his room until he leak his own plot

I spent the summer in a tomb, I’ll spend the winter in a box Every loser gets a view, every winner get mop

All my friends steady, ‘Aye teddy, yo should chill

You keep your face looking that way you gon get killed’

I’m that lame in the back lane with that front row feel

I’m sorry if I fuck up again, you know I will

I’m pretty smart dude, this whole thing’s phoney

I won the war by staying home clothes folding

And twiddling thumbs, Mr Stick In The Mud

Gave all his shits out and buried his fucks