Artist: Jesse Abraham Album: Bars & NoBull Song: Digit Typed by: JesseAbraham212@gmail.com [Verse 1] If there's a mountain I'm a climb it like the weather I'm finite forever It's my night and eyesight has never been better So why fight? Whatever Look, my knife's a feather When I write and I type that's my type of endeavor So highlight the effort and mark it up with asterisks I might be deffer than the market up on Astor Place Sadder days are always followed by the sun I bite off more than I can chew but then I swallow and it's done I'm following the son I'm seeing shadows doing flips A lunar eclipse can turn me to a lunatic I'm like a tuna fish on a water slide Even in my element I think I oughta hide Screaming like a elephant who thinks he saw some mice It's seemingly irrelevant but links us all to fright Afraid of a mouse Intimidated by mice We instigated a crisis We're paying a price What you're saying is nice but it's trite and lifeless Missing inhibitions just like Dionysus You could try to make write this I'll make your hard core soften I'll be sick when I'm dead, coughing in my coffin Try to make write this, make your hard core soften I'll be sick when I'm dead, coughing in my coffin often [Verse 2] You ever notice that the cleverest method that ever unfolded Is never the mode you ever expected to better your soul? I know it's bogus I hold the heaviest boulder Measure my treasure, it's better than gold Whatever the weather I'm better than ever and never will my endeavor Die or whatever I'm wearin a sweater but still I'm cold I never will meddle with general peddlers I'm higher than Everest Why would I ever rest? But still I never will know a dirtier omen Yo, I'm rollin' They go and bury a sword As if I'm Wart, I pull it out I'm full of bullets now Let's go, we're merrily rowing Better be ready the lever's unfolding Instead of the reveille's melody I wake up to heavenly celery soldiers What the hell is a celery soldier? You'll never know that you'll never be knowin [Verse 3] I'm the digit Dig it like a ditch then ditch it I fidget while snitchin on magicians I ribbit like a frog and I rip it like a midget with scissors Sharp like a shark with shards of glass in his jaw All of y'all are soft as molasses in jars I carve jargon I'm sharp as a marksman But the target is gone One