Quick Disciple from Agouti Groove by The JahnyD Occurrence

You there with the knobby tires,
quit gunning your engine.
The rocks you're kicking up,
keep rolling in my field.

Can't you see that I'm
trying to make a living (yeah).
You never surrender;
you never yield.

Now I hear you are
the new guru,
calling the children
to gather at your feet
sky link contriver,
mind job and jiver;
dump truckin’ your load in the void like
you're the new Ark driver.

Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.

And when you appear right there
in her open mind
this is what you are going to find.

My woman's no quick disciple,
she's no ‘rock me’ fool.
Won't do your immolation,
no matter what you say.
I know she's working through the riddle,
but she's a Solomon chooser.
Hip from the past,
she'll cut you down the middle.

Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.

Snake Man, you been handling the cobra,
picking up a venom collection.
One chance to make a connection,
get her out of those denim jeans.
Go on, man, go and do your wondering,
to somebody else's door.
You’re never going to get a 180 out of my lady (oh, for sure).

My woman's no quick disciple,
she's no ‘rock me’ fool.
Won't do your immolation,
no matter what you say.
I know she's working through the riddle,
but she's a Solomon chooser.
Hip from the past,
she'll cut you down the middle.

Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.

• Americana
• Rock
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