This is a song about "Words"

Who can speat out them words,

The birds i knew flip birds

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Listen to the fucking words

That try to chase these skirts

I'm writing this letter with words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

That people can't find real words

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Inadvertently flowing a slurred serving of slippery words

Skeptical soldier, a man of few words,

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards