i feel like a divine man summer, toes in the hot sand i'd like to make memories if you don't got plans every time your eyes cause me to spin keep me close on the inside be my friend let's drag the time brain picks dates to bond beach trips spliffs on the edge of cliffs i knew i'd live but not like this a granted wish it's just us
we fall in rhythm i dance slow admire the pretty in your genes walking away talk to the hand on my coogi jeans a quiet muffle who knew could sing control of dreams lucid things not a fling cater to you my favorite thing you make me king crown and all infinite ups no room for downfall picked up soon as your heart called stargazing making up for the nights you bawled
pretty much push me to the end if you want me to shut up coming in clutch when the rush comes knuckle up bone in the face if your tough put on your suit if that's the case slowest one somehow wins the race a steady pace is better than energy waste but um anyways flaws glued still the bread grew saw through it all a facade i read you want my name hot cause it's been cool bring back franklin just to thank him for being close when i needed most kept it low opposite of those who boast french inhale into that same ghost
this is a feel. some music sounds good, sells good, even looks good. But this, this feels. takes me places. like I'm actually there. it's meditative, nostalgic, hopeful- melancholy with a gaze and a smile. This $h!t is art homie.
io faccio questo non per i soldi oppure per sentirmi meglio di qualcun altro, forse meglio con me stesso quando mi sveglio e vedo nulla di diverso mi domando se in un qualche modo a cambiare ci riesco scrivo ste frasi, conto le parole e guardo i secondi che vanno avanti, il tempo che si stringe forse tu sprechi il tuo tempo ad ascoltarmi, io spreco fiato a dire tutte queste cose, ma mi spinge la domanda che mi son fatto troppo a lungo, come mai non si vive per il gusto di farlo? son troppi quelli che la smettono, di farsi ste domande, ma solo per motivi sbagliati perché l'amore fa star più male dell'odio, e l'odio per se stessi ti fa scordare chi sei? volere tutto e non avere niente, rende più nobile di chi ha tutto ma dice il contrario sognare un posto nelle stelle sulla terra e non guardarle in cielo fa un po' ridere a pensarci dare tutto a qualcun altro è bello solo se non pensiamo a ciò che dopo l'altro dovrà darci quando mi ascolti e dici che ami ciò che faccio me lo dici perché è vero o perché mi conosci? e se non sai chi sono e resti ad ascoltare è perché in ciò che dico e scrivo un po' ti riconosci? lo spero
out of service area payphone harmless, the dialtone hard enough to try lone quarters the cyclone of nerves in my chest hands stumbling, light blown out of my eyes, not a lion that i've known a liar of cycles a pile of titles masks severing myself from the honest and true vision of love i given to you getting you blue or that's the rampant nightmares i just couldn't uproot the trap in the night air silence is a venomous dayglow the sort of sharp edge that rubbed out dana plato i hurt when i say so and when i don't mention don't see it as an ascension of me you pay for the pressure cooker words the tension is free we share more than a space on the couch irrelevant now who refuses to be the elephant useless how denial comes through blatant, inelegant it's only when i pretend you're my reflection, i'm eloquent not heaven sent seeing you at hideous angles funny enough, that's the punchline where you're my precious angel i feel like jesus gonna dangle another chance encounter between me and you, we fuse, the biggest debbie downers can't live without you but better on my lonesome round the same payphone, replaying the sound, sound, sound, sound
yo, slow night, i don't even know who the gun might, shoot, on this cold night, see yo homie on the news a t-shirt never felt so thight, like a straight jacket, gon make me bite at a nigga like i'm out of opitons, gotta make it a confrontation, this ain't our nation, feel enchained like a nigga at an auction, they bought us, freed us and they re-sell us, new package same product, the black man never changed in the eyes of the owner make it by yourself, road from Africa to the buyer, my ancestor had never seen chains before he was raped to his soul, killin each other like crocs, in a pond, no bigger than my pride,
