FEELING

My Name Is Jizz with the big ball first. Ball first drop when I pass, fingers crossed that You smile on the day that I pass. Leave my things on the porch and my body In the trash. It's a church that laid down From the fucking Midwest. It's the flyin' twenty minutes that you know you 'bout to miss. It's the fourth quarter shot, Buzzer beater, but you brick. It's your number one regret. That's the feeling that I get it every second Of every day. Send up my brothers into the Stratosphere. Jizz with the big ball. Ball first Drop When I pass, fingers that my things on the Porch and my body in the trash. It's a church that laid down from the fucking Midwest. It's the flyin' twenty minutes that you Know you 'bout to miss. It's the fourth quarter shot, buzzer beater, but you Brick. It's your number regret. That's the feeling that I get it every second Of every day. Send up my brothers into the Stratosphere.