sixteen from lawnmower by sweetdannylonglegs

tired all the time cuz i been workin on my feet
i been runnin it & hustlin since i was sixteen
but i'm broke, still broke
guess i smoke too much weed
got no coins in my coffer
just a cough that's obscene

i'm an old man
livin in a ghost land
fast cash spends quick
spinnin from my slow hands.
only steal from walmart
cuz my girl just wants the ferns
only tryna pay for time to waste
and papes, and weed to burn.
if i could turn words to gold,
i'd have spent it all
on a statue of a golden calf
a million feet tall
got lint in my pockets,
sweat in my palms,
but my pen is a rocket,
and my lips drop bombs.
ain't tryin to be famous,
i'm just tryna get along
tryna to keep up on my payments
tryna mow the lawn.
who's gon' pay me for this anguish?
i spit with such abandon
i'm just flyin thru the dark,
but i can't find a spot to land in,
so my arms keep flappin...

servin coffee,
searchin for the words
that will kill you all, softly
but you can't strum this pain with titanium thimbles
the game may be insane, but my flow is swift + nimble
my style never dwindles
i may grift, but never swindle
my tattoos are mental, like the guy from 'memento.'
tryin to remember what my younger world resembled.
spiral thru the noise, a six-pack of tall boys
small joys in the void, and my lack of all poise
will misplace and disgrace sound waves.
i'm in a daze
and my grief is so heavy you could taste my malaise
it ain't work to stay berserk,
psychotic on this mic
and you could call this rap,
but it's just madman's delight
searchin for the answer
'fore the ground falls out from under me
i'm charlie's mom with cancer:
"money me."

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• beats to study to
• chillhop
• chillwave
• poetry and music
• vaporwave
• Lockhart