Slow Slow Readers You think too much Master the meaning of “the” My brain’s in the basin all washed up
So I
Mastered the meaning of “dumb” Flashing the pages on to gain wages Makes cuts in the eye Snorting eight balls of textbook lies Have-em weeping in metered rhymes Dreams are a mess sleeping endless for three days A lazy disguise to be wise Why don’t you spare me a dime Cause I’m in the market to buy I’m in the market to buy