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