Zest Coast - They Call Me Goose Lyrics

It's tough story to tether yo dart board
Look at the weather report cards couldn't have been any better
I run the wharf hard sweating in my sweater the Dwarf star heading in like a header
Story of Olympus the short story of what actually the wind is the witness
The fourth story that I sent in what actually got me my sentence
Trumbo got convicted I'm stumped though did I get evicted over my addiction
They walk in the woods and they listen to my toxic blood from my addiction
This box of papers can go straight to the asylum
Make sure they're signed and everyone there stays silent
This toxic addiction leaves my violent leads me to the violence
Then leads me straight to the violin
Yo get carter my wife was marked so you she worked harder grew up hard up
Nazi regime grew a apart of Nazi machine rip my whole entire heart out
Yo gotta get past the struggle made pasta and read all Aristotle
Nome's in the pasture run faster than any known bears in and around Alaska
Yo your scared for Geronimo how about his ghost or entire town you killed
Yo your a writer for the Star in Toronto I wonder what town your in or if your a model

Yo let me show you the full Nelson yo man you ever even been to Fort Nelson
That's where the elves live and that's also where the wormhole to hell is
You been in a wormhole eating shellfish you left me in a berm here really selfish
Let me show you where the path to hell is rite
After I make enough money selling shellfish
The stuff Jesus was aware of that my precious wife's father was Franz Kutschera
Come Karol we're elves put chor hair up
We're not there on the shelf we're here in a pure flesh
We're not there in mascara we're here in a pure self
We're not there if we're scary we're here for the pure help
Deer elk sign of the Nome and it's clear scalp
Nome reported lot's of x-files and weren't helped
Mariam leading straight down to the aquarium where they burry him
When they double tap you quick burst of light into the Aquarius
Rayeau brother of my wife nothin can scathe you your armors my light I gave you
I made you so if anyone comes after you the Mafia will simply take their life
Yo been on death's road slave writing
Like somebody patient and waiting on death row
My wife's been patiently waiting for her children
Let your breath grow pregnant again but let the best go
Waiting tables in Van yeah I don't think so man
I'm Zest Coast try tables in Venezuela a fresh coast