Wordz
Hip pit tip pub
The pup sounding pepfully
Of constantans flowing
Just air powering my vocals
Tap pat knee
Just getting started
Can't stop this rendition
Of wordz
Round bound town hound
Chasing you
Betta get away
Move them legs
wig fig
Blowing in the wind
Can't reach
Bam am Pam tame fame
Flow toe
Of wordz
I take it to the
24th level
Only heard of the 5th
People say Sam going insane
With the thanksgiving ham
On his head
Cuddling with it in bed
Dreams filled
Of giving
Bread to the birds
What's wrong with that man head
Get up
Only a dream
Sam am sane
Air powering the vocals
staying in the focal
Yeah
Sammy boi
this only the rendition
Of wordz
Yes
Sam am ham
Is sane
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