Feed me a red sunrise -
Need to be fed on time.
Linin’ up with the shook keys, book fees -
Lookin’ for my needs - for a second shine.
Pegasi my life - no time for pit-pat -
Wingin’ it - fly lit rap - wit pap.
Wrap it up.
Laugh it up.
Back it up to pass gasp at staff -
Ah, crew - last to cut.
You can’t put-put-put-put-put
When you’re at the finish line - gotta strut your stuff -
Finish critics with an uppercut -
“Pucker up then you shut-shut up.”
Nah, fun ‘n’ fakin’ it - nary a glare.
Come to the bakery - bury your cares.
Seein’ a lotta hate? Say we despair?
MLP dominate - Harry the Bear.
Time to blast off
When we cast off
At our last stop -
What we passed off
As chat’s froth
when we saw it got sacked up, packed up,
And packed off.

Bein’ the G3 Surprise
Leadin’ the cheeky sunrise.
(x4)

Nine years be a long time -
G5? Test drive it.
See why ‘Dingy’s kit-
ty’s live - the fire’s lit.
Feelin’ fine with no fines to live -
so high, die from nil oxygen.
So pop it in -
There’s lots of give
To Flotsam fins -
Finna give away a giveaway: a box of gin.
Begin the
busy
city
livin’
filly
finna be bits worth fitty quid -
Better be a fit
For livin’ illegit.
For pickin’ up fits.
For sickin’ ‘em big.
Sick of all this pinch -
This stress, this lifelong winch.
Depech is sent - I died on-bench.
Buddy boy, a sudden foyer up and came to me -
A lawyer paid to see this place with me -
He paid the fee to make a three with me and see
What he, my Destiny, could make of me.
He made to speak to me, to “Break the peace
Or break to pieces.
Cage the cake;
Or slave for Reese’s,
make my peace
To stay in sleeveless
Keys to save the meekness.”

Bein’ the G3 Surprise
Leadin’ the cheeky sunrise.
(x4)