Eden Dowlen - Beefy Beth (feat. Towelphant) Lyrics

The melancholy won't ever let me get a goddamn hobby
So I'ma keep it sloppy, probably
Golly gee whiz, I keep it phenomenally risk free, see
Alla these kids, just want a piece of biz
Or at best are on to beat B.I.G, Me?
I'm past that, never a notion of the clap back
Remember the omen of mad Max
(Heh) f*ck it, I never seen it
F*ck you if you thinking I better mean it
It's whatever to spit, just let the tongue split down the middle and start to feel the rumble
When I hit the town it'll start to crumble
Double over and tumble
My God, What'll you do
From the one to the two trouble
Through the Three and the four chuckle
As any rebuttal fumbled
Is it Too tough to juggle?
Better Group up to funnel
All of the hard work
Down to the stained shirts
And walk on all that youre worth
You would not be the first
It's just about how you take it
Frame it
Break it down to the fragrance
The little bit that you take with
And Forever remember the day it
Entered your mind matrix
Living gaugeless
The only way to make it through the day shift
The sacred science of makeshift defiance
Ain't it a riot? I arrange shit despite it
Keepin all man under
That's a tall damn order
We all peering over the border
Seeing who got the brick n mortar
To build up what we oughta
Well, sorta
But the melancholy won't ever let me get a goddamn hobby
So I'ma get back to the lobby
And sort it out, so sorry
Not getting back on the trolley
Rest of the journey up to the godly
Never was one for the hurry, hardly
What a Sordid affair with the morbid despair
Dark clouds are loomin, now
The gods shall ruin
And my heart pound, provin
I'm a honor bound student
Now let's get back to grooving

I heard it down the grapevine fate time to change mine and I ain't trying to stay sublime