It’s enough to make you black out, pull a mac out Aim it at the sky while I’m running from a black cloud Every day we playin cat and mouse as I watch it hoverin over my glass house It’s enough to make you spazz out, pull a mac out Aim it at the sky while I’m running from a black cloud Tired enough for me to pass out, tired of running from the black cloud. I say it loud hoping someone can hear me clearly Trying to make my girl get it she don’t know that it’s very scary But she’s a nympho she can come barely near me She still want the God in her, think she’s mary mary The prettiest b*tches just want to service me While niggas prettiest b*tches wouldn’t get a word from me Some of you haven’t heard from me, some of you wouldn’t mind murking me Found that news funny likes its straight from Ron Burgundy These niggas ain’t never seen dough They can’t dream though I bump into ‘em in between shows People say I’m emo, what that really mean though? Is though the song can’t breathe I actually make it seem so I lost loved ones because they couldn’t deal with me Cherish whoever still with me though the marriage be killed in me Normally it’s just me and my lonely mind Everyone storm is different so this forecast is only mine ........................ Now lemme speak to who I cater to Would you love me to sang before my weeks were not favorable Promised to maintain being unique but relatable All while suffering from a disease that could do away with you Poetry on the beat, spoken-word for the masses Therapy over pro-tools, every word is on acid Consonants on Kush, every vowel is blunted Highly wanted this whole organization privately funded This is bigger than the Eiffle, this is alert to public Had a cop us by our tunnels and our bridges with the rifle Sentences meant to stifle, this is a man aching This is the dam breaking, contraband in the making This is panic unveiling, got potential but I never met it He be trying to come over, it seem like God won’t let it Either he never got my invite or he jus dismissed it But if all I’m hearing are the sounds of blackness, why am I pessimistic? You’ll never progress if you’ll never try All I ask, let every word I birth never die My wings spread, but when I’m at the sky Weather didn’t change like I thought and had me petrified. It’s enough to make you black out, pull a mac out Aim it at the sky while I’m running from a black cloud Every day we playin cat and mouse as I watch it hoverin over my glass house It’s enough to make you spazz out, pull a mac out Aim it at the sky while I’m running from a black cloud Tired enough for me to pass out, tired of running from the black cloud.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Mar 2014 10:49:41 +0000
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