Palm

As I lay in a throne of snotty nose, nobody knows 'bout my disembodied flows
That's how the hobby goes, dumb hotties love to bum robberies and pump shotty goes
Frozen in time like faces on the nickels and dimes—crunch, stomach full of pickles and chime
Who said your water was supposed to be wine? Cuz my soul is supposed to be mine
Now I lay it down in, rhymin' in heinekens, these snakes are Hydras when they got the faces of nine liars, living lifestyles of flat tires and pliers, pulling teeth and towing drivers
Completely driven on desire when you're living in fire and flame, you admire the kings who reign through sheets of [?]
Trained to fall on a casual battlefield, salt paratroopers from the face of the one time child who drew bermuda
Suiting up the new future with its palooza

Troubled man, unemployment is doubling, there's no roof under the coin cups they're huddled in