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Panic With A Panic Buddy

from Teddy Brown Brown by Teddy Faley

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... I keeps my goals unsteady
That don't affect nothing in the low light setting, all alone
But if I light this bowl that might get me in the zone
And if I split this pill like the 2nd episode
... You’re such a low life Teddy
I keep a shook still but a stoge light steady
In the cold, been known to light a stove pipe petty
There’s not enough room for my own typesetting
Let alone, distracted in a way you couldn’t track if in the snow
On another plane, afraid all my landing gear’s broke Man appear cold like can of beer
Overhead got underway, no chandelier
My get up and go done got up and went
They bloodied my nose, i'm proud as a bitch
10/10, woke up in bed, I’d do it again
I keep a bottle in the freezer and a boot in the fridge
Rap Ebinezer Scrooge, I used to be a decent dude
Life gave me lemons, I made people move
I couldn’t tell though, used to walk along a haunted hallway on my elbows I stood her up, strung her along and called her cello
What the deal, could you tell that wasn’t real
I showed him to his room, fed that elephant a meal
I grew up in a dark mood, I know the way it feels
You know, the devil that you know
I know scared
I guess i'm lucky I ain't never had a neighbor
Bought my own sugar, recorded louder later
Occam's razor, Plato caver, major paydirt
Pop off, i'm in your face like nay-ner nay-ner
I be the same sarcastic asshole from the blackest black hole And in fact I act overly crass
I crack open a flask and slash colon a past
I don't remember right until I’m four deep in the glass
And yo, it seems so
Trying to get my sit down self to heave ho
And that's tougher than it looks, but look, it could be tougher In the end we're all churned butter
Fuck your grandmother
Cool, the fever don't stop
Lock that fucker in his room until he leak his own plot
I spent the summer in a tomb, I’ll spend the winter in a box Every loser gets a view, every winner get mop
All my friends steady, ‘Aye teddy, yo should chill
You keep your face looking that way you gon get killed’
I’m that lame in the back lane with that front row feel
I’m sorry if I fuck up again, you know I will
I’m pretty smart dude, this whole thing’s phoney
I won the war by staying home clothes folding
And twiddling thumbs, Mr Stick In The Mud
Gave all his shits out and buried his fucks

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from Teddy Brown Brown, released January 28, 2022
Produced by Tom Delay Beats
Post production by ALXNDRBRWN
Written and recorded by Teddy Faley
Scratches by DJ Addikt

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