And the start of this track, we're gonna like, conversation, and then, yeah Oh, wait a second Ah, fucking hell Yo, yo, yo See it was all blue, it was all blue, what was there to do, what was there to say but frame, look to the sky and maybe baby could be my gravy For just an evening I'm not decieving I might as well be golden retrieving hard I don't know what to do when I'm bathed in dark All the darkest shades of blue And you are my blue You were my stew You were the beef, thе teeth, the carrots that I went through When I was youngеr I used to bum with a hunger I'm more rich, more rich, more shit into my lungs Stay strong you know what I've done I got them out the flow, but no son No sun above me 'cause I'm bathed in night, can't you see Baby, it was all for, it was all for you, it was for you It was all, it was all for you, it was all for you, and it was all Two lonely people Do I get raged or keep cool? Blaze up the steeple or hold dirt as my equal And wait for the seagulls Just a little twinkle in my eye Maybe why did I ever wrinkle into the slimy crack I didn't know what to do Never looking back so what shall I do? What shall I do, [?] what shall I do while you here Are you here around? I need to hear your sound It came from six feet beneath this ground Now I drowned in an over drought Man, I'm overtoned and bathed in doubt And you start, drop down, I'm easy now Used to drop down, now I'm flowing about Ow, girl, you were so fucking fine I wanna make you mine 'Cause we could be bathed in divine Little pools of slime Little pool of fucking slime So fucking fine When your legs are wrapped around my body She blessed he And so to [toes?] and to caress me And they see drums round in my bestie And only times My head calls Out for the very thing that hurts most And to the gold that matters not to lost souls Because I never look back again Turning watches to coal again Pretend just to hold her friend She blessed he And so to [toes?] and to caress me And they see drums round in my bestie And I'm just like all the rest She blessed he And so to [toes?] and to caress me And they see drums round in my bestie And only times
Birthed in a season that made frost embed outside of my abode, height wasn’t up to a NBA kneecap but I stood tall under the stove/ Flakes, grits, pancakes where the syrup drips with the tv equipped was my way of feeling bliss/ Skills atoned but I was rarely thrilled with my looks or tone, school was my second home with another fence/ I was always on that with my fashion being out of the social faction, I wasn’t even mobile until after the graduation made the emotions tense/ Wishing there was a remedy potion to keep your head up even if your brain has thoughts bigger than a ego of a prince, feeling like purple is in the rain with all little corvettes in red marking quick maneuvers in a highway’s hellish intent/ Youth would have blocks in the road but there were no stop lights, we just tread easily without being blinded by the eclipse/ The suburbs held my hands when trauma got too intense, but hoods hide faces of lost souls with no footing just flames on their prints/ Lucifer puppeteers our most infamous gangs, but he was beyond ground level and understood our horns are forever stitched/ Reaching out high to start a switch, the lever in my psyche is broken so I just keep quiet as a corpse after a lynch
This song chnged my life, it opened my ears and mind. i dont know how he did it but he made something here that transcends physical but is in spirit while somehow giving it such a human element. bravo my friend i'll most likely bump into you at some point and you'll have to tell me all about this song
“not even the pristine platter could flatter, my brain, has been stained way too many times “ always come back to this when i’m not doing all that great
My nigga in a pickle, said some dude came to him in a cloak and a sickle Told him his name was wrote in the middle of an old black book Said the way he living met the requirements for life in a fire pit My nigga only 23, too young for retirement Still got so many people and things to take for granted But the guy up in the cloak said he got a week on this planet Before he cash in his ticket to a kayak ride On a river of flames, my nigga in pain tryna buy back time But its slippin, he trippin calling his ex He claim its just for sex, but I know he feelin regret For the times he planted lies and insecurities in her head I'm concerned cuz I know it should worry me but instead I cant help but think this a wake up call for my nigga I mean he finally spoke to his moms and he forgives her Freed his demons from a life sentence from deep within him Each day I had to refrain from bringing his doom up Ain't wanna reclaim pain, rather help my G maintain Before I knew it a week came-- knew something was wrong Nobody had heard from him, my nigga was gone Certain pain you just cant plan for, cried on my Jansport Then thought I should holla at his landlord to get his stuff out Walked to the leasing office across the street from the apartment Walking towards me was a cloak and a sickle Bruh I froze like a igloo...
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