i'm gonna fly i can't resist it eagle in my eye for this mischief i just been moving real sly til its finished just write out your demise now your witness
i met the kind, thats gonna fall in love with my mind but its more of an obsession maybe i'm just tripping, watching the procession ask me whats my real intention like you i'm prolly guessing perplexing an answer, to no question no allegiances were present let go of everything, on the precipice of inter-dimensions maybe i martyr myself, for connection maybe i was fucked up this whole time needing blessings i lost all hope, and you're a vestige let me nestle with you lightskin we gon make some chocolate milk throw the whole kitchen sink that i fucked you on lift up the kilt cause seeing red, and the white of their eyes so we going for the kill can't stop til its a couple mills couple houses a top a hills, an ocean ville running up the score its like 6 nil
i don't want my fans to know me be like frank they like the art and let me occupy my own domain but when i spit it its raw and often frank yah i'm just painting a picture of my life to be feigning a scripture you have the faintest idea, becomes a snowball hold out, patience is a virtue see my stock is absurd still i duck from your view i got friends that i've had since birth to withstand the earth as it spins sand in wind famine, i'm famished shit and ravenous i hope this doesn't turn you off rather ignite your ship Vicodin i'm in pain but i'm Tyson shit dice this shit its a fight within to plant you pike withstand to win do you have bandwith be honest with yourself for the cabbage
fuck what you believe i seen it in a dream fuck what you achieve fuck everythi.... okay cap said from a little emo man spinning through time in a vessel in a can bro said i'm a hoe i try to reprimand i try to find a way repent for how i stand repent for how i live and sin but i suppose were all the same find solace inside your brain where you rot in disdain i turned angry in a cage and then wrote it all away i'd rather choose love i'm a bird i'm a dove i'm a son my father's son, and the flower that reaches towards it opens up to feel a tickle from the water listen to the warden your shackles are your courage the rhyme is your anchor let creativity support it i know folks who's from an orphan i know stakes way worsened so what gives me the chip in this back, battery pack i was alone pivotal years, these are residual tracks with insidious stacks, okay its hideous black your heart has withered and canned i'm trynna find a way to forgive a way to composure, cause i'm not a foolish king i'm a soldier love sosa until i revolted well actually i like Luck, and thats his idol stand tall and strong like Eifel i know how this unfolds my iris like a tiger fat stacks, Bob Iger build it Bob, empire not the skate brand, but i skate tracks surfing this great land
pucker up, peckerino pookie we gonna get paper and i ain't talking bout a loose leaf 2 seat, actually theres 5 i'm referencing getting head in my nissan loosely, i only faintly recall it loosely, cause in the present all i muster is a toosie slide lifes pantomime but i figure out so the chips are so sublime falling asleep twiddling my mind give me something actual cause nothing i can find no tether, just these bird feathers fetch me a quill and let me show you pain and i ain't talking window sill for all these imbeciles i am no different so i'm sure we're sure to wilt like Chamberlain, gatorade i'm tim tebow on the gators and
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah I tried cocaine California college kids the condiment My electric lady doppelgäng-ed Janelle Monáe Hahaha, punk! She gesturing me like the mime My knuckles laid flat on the table Glance at the time, my watch is relentless in ticking, and tick tick, it’s ritualistic I left a few dollars behind, drink in the glass, with the backdrop, game of the Pistons Listener, buckle your belt, if you’re able, let’s go live a hell of a life I swiveled the chair one hundred and eighty degrees Pool cues were the high hats, foolish clues from the girls wearing moccasins I left right, two stepping, repeating the fire until your feet proxy to mine I labelled my lady that night, electric, my lady that night, we swished, and drank away strife You’re a bad choice, bad poison, by my side, babe, our planet is oyster But it all just decays over time, tick tick, we’re on the bad choice road Bad boys, I articulate, bad boys, apprehension to do as you oinking My position already anointed, seems my decisions already have pointed A baggie, your pockets were pointed at Your shame, blatantly weaving the rays of the kodaks A collection of particles lined, the dollar I lent was an agent, a death wish A method to brake from the peasantry, mad cats, and the critical skeptics I oscillate, teetered destruction I was popping my pimples, collecting the puss Your feet lost all the proximity, I’m JID, I made enemies I bloodied my knuckles, my knuckles are bloody I’m covered in cuts, while they’re telling it’s sunny What are you talking about John Hoffman assertions are out I’m putting the P in pout And she hid her collections in pouches Roll with punches we bouncing from couch to couch Bandage my scars, vanished the ouch, an unknowing leech to account We just made our first bad choice together Life in the dark A courtesan cherish her rose as her life The pedal collapses The chamber giving her grief All of the little reenactments Can I begin? Swing open the oak door I was making a friend Lacing a figure Manila the hemp Eager to make do with the jute I can come in any contact and repair Sizzle from cortisol I can be the silk in your pillow or a somniferous asshole With the exception of you the key to my soul requires a USB shoot I can now flutter the shades cut corners into the ties giving me meaning to hang onto life Habits on habits to hell for you to give me your hand and handlebars fell The chain hanging off of the buckles Like cattle with bells Caught the eclipse The visual premise of my solar remediation The first Friday of months is what I look forward to I could be breaking You put it on god with a higher octave that I know you’re not used to I put it on solace where the flats can sharpen acoustics You see I own my very alone electrical lady She describes my fate as an experience a dollar short to living the divinity of Domus I’m demanding the truth I idolize Thomas Running the maze as I grieve With tar lining the wrinkles thus cut up my feet I feel like Saint Thomas ts-ts-ts-ts I’m nearly my favorite sedative second to bedding my woman repetitive I ts-ts-ts-scribble with led I can appear in her primitive I put my faith in the Feather of the Ma’at When lining the stanzas in conjuring white I’m sniffing from paint cleaning how Cinderella wouldve thought that she ain’t Instead of faint Cold shoulder to shoulder without her pupils I can follow I fall asleep against the stimuli Because the tourniquet Alcohol swabs mimicked the stench of my body Bet you didn’t have a sterile cooker post injection was my remedy I stale out my tar with Saline What does that mean Your answer is as good as my question cause they both don’t mean anything Don’t flinch the camera flash on the scene Where you see a glass I see a canteen Rum and whisky make do the picture in puzzle In my oxygen bubble Oxy lining the atmosphere and with that I can break throughput me out of the rubble
to the homie in the aisle 4 ... poppin pimples and slurping gore gut-it, swift stuck it into a garb'in swift tucking the frocket into the garb p'nt large stint steadying Ella with a nina tint steams relent and shick gets clearer like a fifth act Lear, or a piroquet pronounced wet baby the rabies, the rips and stitches i'm licking kitchen table tops for sugar drops im so depraved of sweetness they explode under heatness and the nest is, i couldnt fathom such finessing im resting under a canocopia tallapia toed macking a zone of sweet fleet with a lilt pronounced 'scretly so comprehendo not to the astronaut whose zoomed several places i hope e pins to the sacred ...
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i'm gonna fly i can't resist it
eagle in my eye for this mischief
i just been moving real sly til its finished
just write out your demise
now your witness
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i met the kind, thats gonna fall in love with my mind
but its more of an obsession
maybe i'm just tripping, watching the procession
ask me whats my real intention
like you i'm prolly guessing
perplexing an answer, to no question
no allegiances were present
let go of everything, on the precipice of inter-dimensions
maybe i martyr myself, for connection
maybe i was fucked up this whole time
needing blessings
i lost all hope, and you're a vestige
let me nestle with you
lightskin we gon make some chocolate milk
throw the whole kitchen sink that i fucked you on
lift up the kilt
cause seeing red, and the white of their eyes
so we going for the kill
can't stop til its a couple mills
couple houses a top a hills, an ocean ville
running up the score its like 6 nil
i don't want my fans to know me be like frank
they like the art and let me occupy my own domain
but when i spit it its raw and often frank
yah
i'm just painting a picture of my life to be
feigning a scripture
you have the faintest idea, becomes a snowball
hold out, patience is a virtue
see my stock is absurd
still i duck from your view
i got friends that i've had since birth
to withstand the earth as it spins
sand in wind
famine, i'm famished shit
and ravenous
i hope this doesn't turn you off
rather ignite your ship
Vicodin
i'm in pain but i'm Tyson shit
dice this shit
its a fight within
to plant you pike
withstand to win
do you have bandwith
be honest with yourself for the cabbage
fuck what you believe
i seen it in a dream
fuck what you achieve
fuck everythi.... okay cap
said from a little emo man
spinning through time
in a vessel in a can
bro said i'm a hoe
i try to reprimand
i try to find a way
repent for how i stand
repent for how i live and sin
but i suppose were all the same
find solace inside your brain
where you rot in disdain
i turned angry in a cage
and then wrote it all away
i'd rather choose love
i'm a bird i'm a dove i'm a son
my father's son, and the flower that reaches towards it
opens up to feel a tickle from the water
listen to the warden
your shackles are your courage
the rhyme is your anchor
let creativity support it
i know folks who's from an orphan
i know stakes way worsened
so what gives me the chip in this back, battery pack
i was alone pivotal years, these are residual tracks
with insidious stacks, okay its hideous black
your heart has withered and canned
i'm trynna find a way to forgive
a way to composure, cause i'm not a foolish king i'm a soldier
love sosa until i revolted
well actually i like Luck, and thats his idol
stand tall and strong like Eifel
i know how this unfolds my iris
like a tiger
fat stacks, Bob Iger
build it Bob, empire
not the skate brand, but i skate tracks
surfing this great land
pucker up, peckerino pookie
we gonna get paper and i ain't talking bout a loose leaf
2 seat, actually theres 5 i'm referencing getting head in my nissan
loosely, i only faintly recall it loosely,
cause in the present all i muster is a toosie slide
lifes pantomime
but i figure out so the chips are so sublime
falling asleep twiddling my mind
give me something actual cause nothing i can find
no tether, just these bird feathers fetch me a quill
and let me show you pain and i ain't talking window sill
for all these imbeciles
i am no different so i'm sure we're sure to wilt
like Chamberlain, gatorade
i'm tim tebow on the gators and
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
I tried cocaine
California college kids the condiment
My electric lady doppelgäng-ed Janelle Monáe
Hahaha, punk!
She gesturing me like the mime
My knuckles laid flat on the table
Glance at the time, my watch is relentless in ticking, and tick tick, it’s ritualistic
I left a few dollars behind, drink in the glass, with the backdrop, game of the Pistons
Listener, buckle your belt, if you’re able, let’s go live a hell of a life
I swiveled the chair one hundred and eighty degrees
Pool cues were the high hats, foolish clues from the girls wearing moccasins
I left right, two stepping, repeating the fire until your feet proxy to mine
I labelled my lady that night, electric, my lady that night, we swished, and drank away strife
You’re a bad choice, bad poison, by my side, babe, our planet is oyster
But it all just decays over time, tick tick, we’re on the bad choice road
Bad boys, I articulate, bad boys, apprehension to do as you oinking
My position already anointed, seems my decisions already have pointed
A baggie, your pockets were pointed at
Your shame, blatantly weaving the rays of the kodaks
A collection of particles lined, the dollar I lent was an agent, a death wish
A method to brake from the peasantry, mad cats, and the critical skeptics
I oscillate, teetered destruction
I was popping my pimples, collecting the puss
Your feet lost all the proximity, I’m JID, I made enemies
I bloodied my knuckles, my knuckles are bloody
I’m covered in cuts, while they’re telling it’s sunny
What are you talking about
John Hoffman assertions are out
I’m putting the P in pout
And she hid her collections in pouches
Roll with punches we bouncing from couch to couch
Bandage my scars, vanished the ouch, an unknowing leech to account
We just made our first bad choice together
Life in the dark
A courtesan cherish her rose as her life
The pedal collapses
The chamber giving her grief
All of the little reenactments
Can I begin?
Swing open the oak door
I was making a friend
Lacing a figure Manila the hemp
Eager to make do with the jute
I can come in any contact and repair
Sizzle from cortisol
I can be the silk in your pillow or a somniferous asshole
With the exception of you the key to my soul requires a USB shoot
I can now flutter the shades cut corners into the ties giving me meaning to hang onto life
Habits on habits to hell for you to give me your hand and handlebars fell
The chain hanging off of the buckles
Like cattle with bells
Caught the eclipse
The visual premise of my solar remediation
The first Friday of months is what I look forward to I could be breaking
You put it on god with a higher octave that I know you’re not used to
I put it on solace where the flats can sharpen acoustics
You see I own my very alone electrical lady
She describes my fate as an experience a dollar short to living the divinity of Domus
I’m demanding the truth I idolize Thomas
Running the maze as I grieve
With tar lining the wrinkles thus cut up my feet
I feel like Saint Thomas
ts-ts-ts-ts
I’m nearly my favorite sedative
second to bedding my woman repetitive
I ts-ts-ts-scribble with led I can appear in her primitive
I put my faith in the Feather of the Ma’at
When lining the stanzas in conjuring white
I’m sniffing from paint cleaning how Cinderella wouldve thought that she ain’t
Instead of faint
Cold shoulder to shoulder without her pupils I can follow
I fall asleep against the stimuli
Because the tourniquet
Alcohol swabs mimicked the stench of my body
Bet you didn’t have a sterile cooker
post injection was my remedy
I stale out my tar with Saline
What does that mean
Your answer is as good as my question cause they both don’t mean anything
Don’t flinch the camera flash on the scene
Where you see a glass I see a canteen
Rum and whisky make do the picture in puzzle
In my oxygen bubble
Oxy lining the atmosphere and with that I can break throughput me out of the rubble
to the homie in the aisle 4 ...
poppin pimples and slurping gore
gut-it, swift stuck it into a garb'in
swift tucking the frocket into the garb p'nt
large stint
steadying Ella with a nina tint
steams relent
and shick gets clearer
like a fifth act Lear, or
a piroquet pronounced wet baby
the rabies, the rips and stitches
i'm licking kitchen table tops
for sugar drops im so depraved of sweetness
they explode under heatness
and the nest is,
i couldnt fathom such finessing
im resting under a canocopia
tallapia toed
macking a zone of sweet fleet
with a lilt pronounced 'scretly
so comprehendo not to the astronaut whose zoomed several places
i hope e pins to the sacred
...