Chapter 14: Dylan Taylor on the Toilet

Got a nose for Ebola bombs Deviate my septum Look at them divide the nasal K! I’m rambling K! I'm everywhere I’m moving on K Roll a ten gone Now say again K I forget I’ve been anointed Disjointed a soiree nose can enjoy in I’m void of all disappointment The boys in awe of this joint hit The morning I’ve been avoiding to know that Malik is watching now mirror me I’m dirty clean, f*ck Same, every day Then the morning comes Then the mourning comes Same, every day There, the morning cum There’s some more to come On the line for a second round Bank account froze Like my bag is out rocking a piss in 40 below Dash dash bump dash morse code Ponder a line for a muse and It's stalling more powder to me I'm over flowing under floating looks like we're rowing’ K Hockin’ the rooms ’ K, bankrupt a brewin' Mortgage be more than the view is So solemn I do it, no problem I do it More problem I do it Call it a wash when I lose it All up my, all up my, all up my Hit the ATM Milk the ATM Rape the ATM Bleed the ATM All of my power or my mistake You look like someone to keep it a secret for how long Till you thought you could handle me The thing about a heart is that it stops You sign a bump on a line, to get half of me All of my, all of my, all of my, all of my The thing about a heart is that it stops Hit the ATM Milk the ATM Rape the ATM Bleed the ATM Same, everyday Then the morning comes then the mourning comes All of my all of my all up my all of my moves All of my power, my reverie or my mistake You look like someone to keep it a secret You look like someone to keep it a secret till the morning comes Same, everyday There, the morning cum, there’s some more to come