Tom Solar - Potholes lyrics

[Verse 1] Tongue got potholes, bumpy ride, hot flows Shift tectonics like a rift when he talk slow Hit the piff quick, not because he hollow though It helps to riff slicker like a grip hold on the Roscoe Click, wait, the shot go in the plate like Capone ate a whole race of soul trace, but not before a closed gate Solar Polar make your molars whole again, pain is in the brain Hold your molars closed until you stroll the hall of fame Get the Rogaine, the game's drained of all follicles Bought skull particles jot a dotted line in full Align the bull with motive, you learn it's terms alone that drove him Spot a crime, not the time to ponder on it, on the grind Adjust the mind for stealth and bust a rhyme about yourself Punchline of the month, a humble mumble, lump of crumb in wealth Special differential is he conscious mental non-essential Wanna slice the old cheddar? Kid's got the right utensils Hence the ends of whence, enter present senses left to process estimates of dome's rest, less is best to nestle in Enough about the funny kid, bluff, get the money quick honey Peep the f**nut buffoon with the plush bunny Settle on the plot, he got the devil hot, it's petty, stop Let the Fetty Waps get the pot, pimp the penny stock The nod to God is transparent as the Bloody Baron They're in shock the flow's just as borrow-sewn as what he wearing