Of cabbages and kings And there’s only one (and there is only one) The time has come, the Walrus said To talk of many things Of ships and shoes and sealing wax Just one life to live (one life to live yeah) Assuming that we’ll make it Yes there’s only one

Ahem, now last time I talked on a song with Boat, uh Y'all broke ass niggas was hatin' Only difference this time is He surpassed all y'all broke ass niggas Uh, all day I'm rocked up Plottin' on a bad bitch to come and suck dick Cook French toast and

I know where you went but I don't know how you got there Lucidity, come back to me Put all five senses back to where they're meant to be Silver tongue hill where you talk up what I' d play down I would speak up but I wouldn't know what to say Oh it's

And I'll be me Why don't you be you Just let it be So come on, let it go Everything that's broke Leave it to the breeze From walking home and talking loads Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk

And baby it said too much It didn't say enough 'Cause I'm waking up alone Missing that midnight kiss I can't promise you forever All I know is I still want you to come over And I'm stone cold sober I let the whiskey talk I got the feeling now

'Cause I believe in karma You should try a little harder And you believe in drama Or karma's gonna come for you You can talk that talk but it all comes back around I'll give you something, something to talk about I don't know who you think you are Or

Some friends will depart, some stay the same Some will fuel the anger, some heal the pain Some will help me up, some tear me down But what goes around comes around Talking to myself Pushing everyone away Is overcoming nothing And the thought remains the

And I'll be me Why don't you be you Just let it be So come on, let it go Everything that's broke Leave it to the breeze From walking home and talking loads Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk

But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Say what he means Communication Think what he say Maybe on Monday he got something to say They want to get a statement for jesus' sake It's like a talking to the wall He's incommunicado no comment to

Come on, come on, love me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the moneytalk The claim is on you The sights are on me So what do you do That's guaranteed Tailored suits, chauffeured cars Fine hotels and big cigars Up for grabs, up for a price