When you do live life a bit outta the normal
Why would you sip on sacrifice as outta dimal
Winning tones would still carry a bicycle
Wasting times slam a stamp of Popsicle
Whistlin by still seems the hands of time
Whalin life would be the slimes of time
When I would foresee the whims of symphony
Whoa!! I’d still name my stern cacophony
Whilst my mood my Mom says yeah!!
Withering spirits would still say nyyyy!!
Wounded & Down would this night be!!
While away time I think we will tally!!