Jimmy Kimmel Live! In Brooklyn Cypher Pt. II

Written, Produced and Composed by C'cxell Soleïl Jimmy Kimmel Live! In Brooklyn Cypher Pt. II Hahaha. I’m up under the plug I put the stuff under the rug and then I gave my love a hug Cause I knew I would never see the best of him I wonder what would happen if the glove fit; Perhaps the earth would suddenly turn perfect And the dirt out back where dirt is I got the rumble of the subway under my feet I got the children or the whole world under my teet I got a number in my notebook that I’m trying to meet I’m stuck on repeat, cause I eat the teeth of the week My knot’s ruthless; I showed you rubies but I didn’t mean to do this So don’t approach if you don’t wear those broaches, I used to live with roaches, And now I got teams of the people looking for me Asking where the coach is Not a purse I put a problem in reverse and Made his humor even worse Heard a rumor he divorced But didn’t hear you heard it first from me, I made a gallery of secrets, But subliminally leaked it I don’t own not a one Prada I got a lot of problems, But I ain’t get a therapist to talk about em Bout to put a rock inside a fountain and then light it up I write it up and hide a book inside of dem I'm in the center of a circle of snakes; The only mistake I seem to make Is being sacred They Tried me set me up with butter faces and balloons l But paid attention to the tunes That I was writing dude since citing Blu I had to spend a night or two inside of you True or false. False. Where the fuck’s the motherfucking sauce? I want some pasta; I’m on another lost cause Probably finna boss, Cause I been on one Bout to shop at Ross I’m on the west coast Where the fuck’s my French toast Ordered up a trauma One a billion off a crop duster, Conspiracy, You probably can’t hear this You keep on getting near to me But I go ear to ear with them Jimmy crack corn And also Pornography Hahas again. Never forget I’m interested in the architecture. It almost never what’s inside This morning I think I died, Just knowing I would sit in this line In mu own mind, Wasting my whole time Inside a notebook Feeling like I’m lying to myself, To say that I’ve been healthy, More like happier than ever; Which I’ve realized, isn’t even happy at all I’m in a fight over motorcycles for Christ sakes This just isn’t right ey, I can’t wait to Friday Cause I got a Craving for Satan. I may forget my ibuprofen aspirin Every now and then But we were never friends, and it depends what kind of world your in on whether this will make a difference Or just begin another lesson, This is part of the regression, I was bound to get in a wreck Or in a fender bender At one point or another The dirty motherfucker cut me off And didn’t have his blinker on And wreaked of vodka Everytime he speaks to me Or he responds He’s really on some other shit I think a fucking astronaut or something Cause I was dreaming Or screaming for your consciousness I’m optionless and watching reruns of Oprah Stuck inside this opera house like hostages Cause I’m a fucking moron, Colin, Pull the plug I’m Jost a Scarlet Joe- Hanson, as Tom is. September 30, 2026. [The Festival Project]{Enter The Multiverse} -Lost Cause.