DRAGGING MY FEET

I was dragging my feet
Preparing for the winter
Hate December
Fumbling through things im gonna be
I take a second
Get my shit together
It takes two to see
We was bouncin' round ideas
They shoot 'em down
Constantly
That's the problem why they separate us like apostrophes
I got shit on deck and I'm up next like the Boston B
Intricate flows nobody knows
I reached down up under to see the light that my soul behold
So it goes
I saw a glimpse of it one time
Frightened I shoved it to the back of my fuckin' dome
If you know you know
Laying down prone
I heard these voices where they go
I'm sick of talking to myself I need a fuckin' clone
So he can put that fucking chrome to my
Can't catch me outta my zone
I'm in out of all these tight spaces throw me a bone
Since when does every mother fucker think he too good for cologne
And when did all these women get that fuckin' chip on they should