Lawrence Mulrooney Purple Evening

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Summer evening reminiscing polka art eating
Elevated from the very start
Play your part
Dude will squeeze at the sound of a fart
I ease to the easel, Picasso at heart
Made my mark smarten up sharp as a dart
My next tape hear nothing but the harps
Angel music
Never matter where you started
Its what the fuck you doing
Keep it moving keep it true
Life a game name is ruse
Beating beats up
Can’t you see the bruise
Rare sneaks all my feets choose
Digging in the game without cleats you’ll prolly lose
You see I dug my own lane only thing left to do, it
Wit out grips any chimp
Flyer than a blimp
See my face on the side of it
Riding high like I was driving it
Robb Report mentions king top lyrical sport
Not the cars invested in the bars
Yall sleeping on this fine evening
Pardon my minds in the stars