I've been drinking, I've been thinking. Ya, if I opened my heart and made you a live potion of it's content would you drink it. Or would you thank me?.
Guys you know you better watch out. Some girls, some girls are only about. That thing, that thing, that thing. That thing, that thing, that thing. . It's been like a week since you've been looking for your friend.
Take a breath, say you love me. We both know that everything changes. . Keep in mind that none of this is fiction. This is just a glimpse into the head of a menace.
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Rage colored lilies. Brave colored in pity. Lights smother this city. I pray he doesn't forget me. I pray he doesn't forget me that lonely night in november when we fell into the hands of the coldest day in december.
[Intro]. Now, this might get a little personal. Or a lot actually. Parental discretion is advised. When I was ten, shit, I believed I could fly. I would just flap my fucking arms and try to meet with the sky.
That somehow forever is real. And we can grow through whatever we feel. We could be like rose petals, Olympic gold medals. Or pretend we're kids and run through like every field.
I, I, I, I. I, I, I, I. . Drift off. Meet after dark. Leave what you love with a head full of art. Run to the sun. To wherever you are. Swear to your moon with a cross on my heart.
And the light, the light can make everything feel beautiful. It can make it feel safe, so safe that like in the night. We spend all of our time running away from our truths.
I, I, I, I. I, I, I, I. . Drift I, meet with the dark. Be what you loving. Into the sun whoever you are. Swear to your... with a cross on my heart. Follow my thoughts, with the....
(Verse). Back in the booth and I'm bout to attack. Nothing but Jesus was holding me back. All of you bitches been lyin on tracks. And I'm modest but right now its time after that.
You should write a song where the concept is.... You're basically writing like a love letter, or like a piece of advice. To your mother, when she was your age.
Money can not buy. All the love that's here tonight. All the love that's here tonight. Oh-oh. It's just you and I. So lift your hands toward the sky. Lift your hands toward the sky.
Bitch bad, woman good. Lady better, they misunderstood. They misunderstood. Now imagine that there's a shorty. Maybe fatherless or optionless. Grinding from checks deposited.
(I've got them) I've got them bitches who roll with them bitches and all of them bitches is tucked in the back. I've got them niggas who rolling them swishers.
Dead skin on the flesh of your halo. Drunk love on the breath of an angel. Time frozen in the ash from your blunt. And you breathe like you had life trapped in your lungs.
If you're contemplating suicide, this is for you. See this is for the moments when ya alone and with emotion. So fucking bored leaves you mentally frozen.
BaBack in the booth where the tragedy ends. Switch up the team, let the magic begin. Fuck all you haters, I'm in it to win. Way back when them losers were letting me in.
We're never done, we found a place where we belong. Don't have to stand alone, we'll never let you fall. Don't need permission to decide what you believe.
She knows.. She knows how much control is worth.. Knows what a woman can lose. when her power to move has been taken away.. Frozen, casted in shadows..