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coffee shop conundrum - the prophet nathan lyrics

coffee shop conundrum lyrics
[verse 1]
stuck at the coffee shop
my cup was pipin hot
i started people watching just to cut the sh*t
get off my rocks
these sacred mountain nuns were cops
the said
now, son, got coins to pop
my pockets are a barren cloth
spent my dough on some pointless props
said sorry, i don’t carry change
yet they replied
you know you wish you’d known him more
and that without him you’d’ve died
so when his servants come to you to beg
don’t you forget
that every tenant pays the rent
i hope you have some health to spend
i fear the facts of wisdom that she said
and yet she failed to mention
even b*st*rd pastors get the pension
it ain’t the money that’s in question
or the sins that she suggestion
it’s the gullible intention
it’s the feelin like your meaning in contention
but there ain’t no question boy
you better gimme all you got
cause this is sister sasperilla
she got jesus on the clock
and yo ass best not be brought in with these shots right on the spot
try to run you’ll only make a couple blocks
i only wish that i was dropped
[verse 2]
stuck at the coffee shop
i had drunk the pot
the buzz was goin crazy
like a busy bee in tonal talks
or southern soul
in broken homes
the nuns are gone
they never knock
they’re spicey for a walk
and so am i
to feel the solar hot
the bakery cross the street
is centerfold in hungry spots
this tall girl h*lla cute
i gotta feelin
so i watched the walkin
honestly
my mind is blank
can’t even start the talkin
she’s as hot as sin
i bought her pastries
said don’t do this often
i saw her smile
and it just whirled my world around
she didn’t like the way i stared
so she said f*ck you, you could drown
but that’s okay because i die tomorrow
it’s opportune
and then she turned around and flipped the bird
and that’s the queue for sorrow
i assume
i guess it’s just my luck again
i think it’s my dull tone
if i was half as fly as dapper dan
in kappa tans
of course
keep digging bones and then i try again
i’d be real happy for my soul
if i could find a friend
see i was stuck at the coffee shop
wasn’t doin much
was focused on the past
the means to l*st
before i drew the puff
the means to find the soul
i shoulda stayed
and kept on writin stories
makin sure i’m with the beat
and that the bop ain’t boring
knowin i’m a fool
the world is a machine
but i would rather keep on standing
over dying on my knees
yet my soul is too nomadic
like the dwellin of a demon
so i keep losing to static
when i’m questionin the meanin

- the prophet nathan lyrics

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