The Illmore

Leo moon with a water sun
Taught me how to be a tiger, bill watterson
Clawed her calvins off, declined comment,
Caught her mouthin off, but stopped her mind vomit

I’m on it, she’s kind to my sonnets,
Cause my rhyme phonics,
Glide when I’m on it,
Blue bonnet slide, like I’m butter,
Can’t believe you coffee talked with my mother

Now you got me all verklempt,
And now wally on the fence,
Along came polly now I’m tense
But I’m not I’m following yer mens,
And calling in yer meds,
Sorry for what I said

But I meant it when I spoke it,
No joking, I don’t choke off joe rogans,
Hold potions, smoke the po potent
And go coen,
Direct the whole motion,

Oh there it is, I found my second wind,
I’m going in, now you need to phone your next of kin
Cause I’m excellent, rhyme for the heck it,
Reckaless, got a house note on my neckalace,
The wild stallion, huh I’m ted talking,
The child valiant, and uh, I’m been awesome,
In austin, flossin at the illmore,
Had sasha walk me in through them steel doors,

I feel for, you people in the line, cuh,
You pray fa, sheep up in the mind ta,
A bunch of wolves,
You follow a bunch of rules,
Swallow a bunch of stool,
I’m lake tahoe in the pool
Cold lampin, old soul samplin

With slow flow, you can
Control her whole manners,
Full house
While the dj tanners,
We heat rock, but please stop
With the candid cameras