Sean Nelson 94

I reinvent the universe then make an apple pie and cackle at the sky
I'm not here; that's me alibi
I don't have to try it's not what's said but the way it's said
It's unfair, somewhere up there
A higher being's lookin down sayin sweg, such flare
I left me body and recorded this while it lay in bed
I break a leg and set the pace
I'm in a better place I break into your house yelling let's be mates
Rare like Pokemon spaghetti shapes
I neck a White Ace and punch you in someone else's face
It's all good though hug me I'm mad comfy
On a vintage 60's cover of Jazz Monthly
Hate work like Al Bundy so relax "Sundee" to "Sundee" (Sundee = Sunday)
And can't stop like this is bat country
I'm the man trust me, I'm the best at being humble
I chill while you snort beak and rumble
Wrestling addiction, pessimistic vision
A small incontestable inscription
That's a positive note
I just wanna wear a wife beater, hog the remote
And catch glimpses of myself on the couch with a bevy and a belly
In the faint reflection of the telly