Harmony In A Glass

Make this shit sound a little raw

Not a day passes that the glass doesn't spill

Because my happiness and sadness interact before the thrill

I'm a magnet to distractions and haphazard fill

Then a hazardous feel, feeling panic but still

The manic man's mechanic's been ended and killed

Like they slipped him a pill of Ritalin [?]

But the real ordeal

That will seal the notion was [concerned to?]

Now concerting with the [?]

Cos I'm who they heard of, an alien to earth

Like I'm the Silver Surfer, plus [Yerpa?]

In a burner, made them all a little bit sterner

But I never rush the slow learner

Just plant the seeds so they see and grow further

The glass [?]

Still I'm blue, looking Grover

Cos some years went over

And my dearest still ain't steering over

So I'm hoping for a clover

To help me win it over

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Life moves fast when you're rapped or a task

And it's cries and it's laughs in this harmony glass

It spills and refills and they all seem to clash

This future is past in this harmony glass

A quarter to my cup runneth over

Still I'm sober

So I take it back to half with some jazz bossanova

The floor is my composure before the spills cross

And expose the loner who's [bold didn't those throw them into a comas?]

All about that dough, no Homer

And I'm no condoner, just don't erupt your doper

Blowing [?], so the aroma's in the [?] stuck show with

No fucks, I just stroll with the funk

Plus a bit of punk, and crunk, soul and bumping trunk

But the junk got them drunk

So my glass adds up

Had enough of the bad luck

But corresponding to a [?] didn't have a chuck

Cos I go for goals like hockey pucks

And they plotting to stop but could not conduct

I've got a glass that's filled

But I will clean it up

In the next refill, I'm gonna fill to the [top?]

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