Laryngitis - Asher Roth

Laryngitis, fear of heights, and parent-teacher conferences

Tell me your accomplices, tell me your accomplishments

Feel I ain’t accomplished shit dealing in the college sense

Said it ain’t a competish, maybe it’s the opposite

Now they’re getting rich in exchange for apocalypse

Hard to exist, Oculus Rift not an option

The box what you think is actually what we’re locked in

Without a locksmith getting dark see

Rather drink sake with foxies

Next to palm trees while the gods speak Farsi

Pay my tab in prayers and thoughts, believe what you can’t see

gotta eat when you’re hungry

Not to be all these wants become daunting

Some things just aren’t belonging

So when that gong rings and breaks you from your arming

I hope there’s no rain in your awning

'Cause darling this world don’t reciprocate

Karma’s real but a little late, still on a dinner date

I feel still in my middle age

Build my field while while you’re sealed in a guilded cage

Can’t steal from my minute maid little lemonade

And know what the vendor paid, skills to my center fade

Stay real tell incentive straight

But whatever, if it’s meant to be, better with integrity