THEE BRYSON WALLACE

My voice is somewhere near the Milky Way

But questioning my Hemingway

It’s Benihana how I’m flipping em

I ain’t touched a script in a minute but my presence still not the minimum

I pay my bills make sure the dues ain’t refused

They still amused by the vinyl I use

2 decades it remains don’t plan on stopping even if I tried to

The audible don’t mean that I lied to you stay tuned

It’s you buddy it’s always been you buddy I lost a few buddy maybe the problem is you buddy

I keep talking to myself like that

If it’s reflection without correction it’s nothing but a wasted view buddy

Same issue if it’s here or the EU

The stench of my selections affectionately PU muddy waters we was thick as thieves but all it means is I was operating fraudulent it’s never what it seems stolen time is what I’ve always felt my styling was on flow asylum so I ain’t ever run from saying I’m wrong

But what is right when you ain’t got no one left and what is forward if you ain’t looking behind you till you run out of breath

And what’s asthma when you breathe life in everything you come across

There’s always the potential for more

so you gotta love loss

But ain’t no love lost I’m wishing you well

That’s just the skinny in a DOUBLE XL

He needed Kel

But oh well