( chorus)
Im 3 days away from amazin' grace,
The feelin's so macy Grey, and the gravy's great,
What an amazing taste,
(Verse)
This is the first verse,
It gets much worse worse,
When I curse words,
Like fuck Nasa when I disperse verbs,
About the fictional earth curb,
Get in the whip and just skirt skirt,
Worked so hard for what its worth jerks,
Slur these bars and let em chirp chirp,
Chirp ,chirp...
(Brisge)
Ladies and Gents,
Dont stay playin' the Vick,
Tum..
Of your prediction
Pulp, they love them some fiction,
I seen space bubbles glitchin',
Copied & pasted & erased from the script in,
The human race is civilians,
Keep up the pace with your feelin's,
Ive been wasted and real ones
Have been erased by the millions,
And replaced by reptilian's,
In the face of resilience,
Took the test & I aced it with brilliance,
Now im in a far away place with Brazilians...
Still killin it ,
( chorus)
Im 3 days away from amazin' grace,
The feelin's so macy Grey, and the gravy's great,
What an amazing taste,
(Verse)
Lookin back at the past ,
Futures coming so fast ,
I can't catch my breath,
Im about to collapse ,
My confidence has abandoned me,
Im doubtin' the facts,
A whole sea full of questions,
Ive got fountains to ask...
Breaking Malcom so Bad ,
(Chorus)
m 3 days away from amazin' grace,
The feelin's so macy Grey, and the gravy's great,
What an amazing taste,