Chapter 14: Dylan Taylor on the Toilet Video (MV)

Got a nose for Ebola bombs
Deviate my septum
Look at them divide the nasal
K! I'm rambling
K! I'm everywhere
I'm moving on K
Roll a ten gone
Now say again K I forget
I've been anointed
Disjointed a soiree nose can enjoy in
I'm void of all disappointment
The boys in awe of this joint hit
The morning I've been avoiding to know that
Malik is watching now mirror me I'm dirty clean, f*ck
Same, every day
Then the morning comes
Then the mourning comes
Same, every day
There, the morning cum
There's some more to come
On the line for a second round
Bank account froze
Like my bag is out rocking a piss in 40 below
Dash dash bump dash morse code
Ponder a line for a muse and
It's stalling more powder to me
I'm over flowing under floating looks like we're rowing' K
Hockin' the rooms ' K, bankrupt a brewin'
Mortgage be more than the view is
So solemn I do it, no problem I do it
More problem I do it
Call it a wash when I lose it
All up my, all up my, all up my
Hit the ATM
Milk the ATM
Rape the ATM
Bleed the ATM
All of my power or my mistake
You look like someone to keep it a secret for how long
Till you thought you could handle me
The thing about a heart is that it stops
You sign a bump on a line, to get half of me
All of my, all of my, all of my, all of my
The thing about a heart is that it stops
Hit the ATM
Milk the ATM
Rape the ATM
Bleed the ATM
Same, everyday
Then the morning comes then the mourning comes
All of my all of my all up my all of my moves
All of my power, my reverie or my mistake
You look like someone to keep it a secret
You look like someone to keep it a secret till the morning comes
Same, everyday
There, the morning cum, there's some more to come