Been tryna move with fate,
and create with creatives,
soly bomaye, don't you wait for no dead weight,
all they do is flake,
i'm the mate she wants to mate with,
twenty under belt, i enter places with complacence.
ace card, how i play hard with my baes, and my
bass pleases ears, best way to hear is all the way up.
girls always drowning faces in makeup,
but i'm townin' wonderin' who's morals match the mural.
often out when your townie's in,
gallopin' to klonopin dealers
just for weed smoke for healing my people.
never touch a pill though,
less it's for medical reasons.
recently considered the blue,
but there's gold in me the older me is bound to see a day
where literally everything is better for me and my multiplayers
and we making cheddar as if Tony S(tark) our only neighbor
as for fakes, i can see the phony in their lonely faces.

I got way too many days left to stay in the basement
neckbeard, face twisted from the Tanqueray gin
"hey man, can you give my mixtape spins?"
save me the trip, are there voicemails in it?
cut the scratchy, catch me with a bag of tree,
fuck the other trash you puttin in your vascular system
i speak wisdom on a good day,
so sweet you need some insulin,
insults on the bad ones. my fist i grip,
don't slip! i'm fuckin' flippin, and listen.
my brain gone sometimes, the dawn train go by.
i used to see it, i used to see it go by,
i used to be at home,
why i gotta turn everything cold that i touch?

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I want my flowers to bloom.
The ones, dried up in my room.
i never give them water,
and it's getting slowly hotter,
i wonder, will my flowers wilt away?