Fruit of the forest, Wee bit of stool? Little figures in helmets, Or a place to eat gruel?

if i ever see the sun i will die don't call me ugly because its a lie and i can't hear your insults you're a mile up high and the ocean devours any tears that i cry just don't take my picture when i'm so dry

On the wall or on your phone Tells you to be somewhere or be at home The mayans had one that said In year two thousand and twelve we'd all be dead

Don't have a bone to pick with you but go see Gimili so we can get down and grind

I could solve this riddle now, but I've got time, I'll do it tomorrow. Or maybe I'll postpone it some more. The day after tomorrow should be OK too.