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The One Remembered
I be the one that she remembers, From December to November then November to December See she cold blooded like bleeding winters And I would (wood) leave like a forest paper cutting splinter, But she gotta sexy exit that makes me wanna enter Ion wanna lose her a team full of winners And the sprinters never be or seem ta last forever or long together Bad past but I bet we last strong together Whenever any weather is pure disaster or whatever Life's a drag but I rather have then had your better Cuz ya never been ya best you get better and better And our intensity burn stress like sand in deserts I'm just tryna be ya man an plan plans together Bond like tied rubber bands an just band together Expand more better, sky the limit we can hate the land together Forever forever Horizontal eight Soulmate sounds clever when ya playing chess with our fate And some may hate our together and show it on their face But I rather cut ties then live lives without you by my place Cruel World I rather have you girl Life give lemons I rather drink lemonade Under a shade and combat the world as a renegade with just you girl You just you....girl Tomorrow never seem to be an issue Till I seen the things within you Always seem to be an issue And the things that seem to miss you I'd control the season and make them change with reasons I'd spring towards you as I continue to Fall more for you And winters bliss is just son of a cold hearted chick who been waiting since the summer to peel the ice from her wrist
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Acknowledge this
No need for acknowledgement, Got knowledge from lots of college shit Even with a micro scholarship I squandered lots of college chicks What I professed was not counterfeit I kept it honest this far, kept the drama from each scar, Lesson learned that this is hard , Not telling the truth but living is complicated as hell While countlessly evading jail to avoid counting continuously in cells Contemplating a corporate life but consciously knowing being corrupt would be hell Hell it would sell but I would consider it a fail I considered telling a tale and letting a lie grow But I figured it wouldnt show the true color you know vitiligo Spitted this psycho, dreaded the top and let my side grow Cold as a blizzard that mixed with some mild snow Like a muthafn face eyes nose these things Like being fly for the first time I grow these wings And I expand grand with every inch of wingspan Ion act like a lady but I think like a man Create with the hands and mesmerize with the glance Till she salivate through her glands or through her pants Whichever comes Name me a sinner who ain't done dirt Name me a saint who wasn't saved from worse Name something that seen more death then a hearse Lyrically blessed to spit with curse words and still mean well Prayers from my ancestors before me still steer me well
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What I write
The heart of me is like the heart of thieves crooked till the very end Probably lose family from what I write it's cool I'll stay friends with my pen "They always try to kill yo type" that's why I stay estranged from all my fans I would see ya girl later tonight But I got something strange in my pants It's cool I'll just show her later tonight And hopefully me and you can still be friends But if you gotta problem it's whatever lets fight I'll always be the type to amend these hands If she think she famous ..I'll kill the hype Because in thee end ...we just hu-man I've never been the type to be the feeling type That's why i always say NoFeelingz with my hands Sometimes what's left on my mind just ain't right Just pray for me saints and say amen Till death im tryna spit the breath of life Blinded from blessing at times playing in sin And I know I fall short like a midget height The fall breathtaking ..who stole my wind? from the depth of my core ion trust these slores (sluts and whores) And the edge of my heart won't break or bend Can't take fake shit not a second more To save a relationship I'll shake a hand Or break a friend whichever comes first And I'll spit a verse or flick a torch whichever burns worse
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Check out this Remake of H.Y.F.R
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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
Usually I keep it #NOFeelingz haaa...but Honestly writing and listening to music
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