WONKY MAP
patrick how
Ashy ankles, no lotion
Packed away, can't find it
Little shorts, my legs out
I'm out in St. Thomas
Last days of summer like I'm in the Bahamas
Bahamadeah, your mama no patafria
Got that clear conscience
Walkin my pit bull on the nature trail
It Goes to the city, but I'm scared the little legs won't make it there
This a blanket statement, y'all niggas can't take it there
I'm clocking miles on my walkie app
I'm talking to the ancestors and we strongly tact
I spawned downtown, twon on a wonky map
At the farmer's market getting awkward dap
You step in the ring with me, you get thrown in the trash
