No matter how much sanding. You’re still (out)standing. Weather in the rain or a hurricane. This ain’t the last time you will rhyme, so don’t stop tryin. Triumph through the hard times. Brute force through each line. To each their own, but this throne is mine.
I’m cool, calm, collected. Erected. Like bill clinton in office. Off record I’m often feeling launched in, outer space. Would keep writing but I’m out of space.
This last time
I can be the last standing
These past rhymes
Helped me with brute force (imma)
Little rough still, I could do with some sanding
No matter how much sanding. You’re still (out)standing. Weather in the rain or a hurricane. This ain’t the last time you will rhyme, so don’t stop tryin. Triumph through the hard times. Brute force through each line. To each their own, but this throne is mine.
I’m cool, calm, collected. Erected. Like bill clinton in office. Off record I’m often feeling launched in, outer space. Would keep writing but I’m out of space.