Papi Mario Is No Goat

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Papi Mario Is Not A Goat



triple down economics as I sit back and recline in the tropics sipping on Pina Colada being massaged by a woman growing fond of thinking of the rap scene with things falling apart at the seem got
to put it over ice so it will make you think twice its another chance at which to roll the dice life isn't easy when your out getting busy some parts will make you dizzy it's like a rollercoaster
watching faces growing older still think of my friend Eminem



polished suits with new work boots it becomes customary to applaud now you got me thinking out loud on who is really the president more power to the people embraced down by the church steeple some
have grown fond of Jane Fonda but who are they anyway rap is the name of the game so I'm going to start its flame dizzy in a haze for these forty days being stuck like a mouse in its maze you all
know we got rights it make you think about it twice



beaches to preachers in their late night double features the creatures sapped all my energy as if there playing zombie go run home to mommy it the midnight hour needs to take a hot shower why do we
even bother spreading love to all the masses give out free passes So many trials & tribulations I'm recovering, was living life not having enough but I'd had enough of it. Still standing in a crowd
alone; where dark clouds up above are staying round when it's warm

Submitted: January 16, 2018

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Papi Mario Is Not A Goat

triple down economics as I sit back and recline in the tropics
sipping on Pina Colada being massaged by a woman growing fond of
thinking of the rap scene with things falling apart at the seem
got to put it over ice so it will make you think twice
its another chance at which to roll the dice
life isn't easy when your out getting busy some parts will make you dizzy
it's like a rollercoaster watching faces growing older
still think of my friend Eminem

polished suits with new work boots it becomes customary to applaud
now you got me thinking out loud on who is really the president
more power to the people embraced down by the church steeple
some have grown fond of Jane Fonda but who are they anyway
rap is the name of the game so I'm going to start its flame
dizzy in a haze for these forty days being stuck like a mouse in its maze
you all know we got rights it make you think about it twice

beaches to preachers in their late night double features
the creatures sapped all my energy as if there playing zombie 
go run home to mommy it the midnight hour needs to take a hot shower
why do we even bother spreading love to all the masses give out free passes
So many trials & tribulations I'm recovering,
was living life not having enough but I'd had enough of it.
Still standing in a crowd alone;
where dark clouds up above are staying round when it's warm


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