Accolades

Pathetic in theory the physical realm is appearing imperative Wearing the feeling of fearing a narrative Air in the lung of the yearly inherited Terrors of love. You cannot get with the program Everything’s already R-rated Fevering off into romance, Weaken the law when you’re all faded We was embalming the fluids to keep it all cool and then calmly collected the particles pardon me palming the rock of the century carving with tools of autonomy timidly Timothy Thomas in 73 till we’re living in harmony Charming to slither And slip in your property Pivoting habits that tarnish your image This isn’t a comedy Strike up a tragedy packing and hiking To light up key on a kite for the clarity Carry the humbling sound of the rumbling thunder and lightning to fight with the parody Parrot the shoulders of piracy why were we staring at nothing but pockets of energy? They used to line up and load up their guns and the drummer would talk to the enemy Plenty of people would throw him a penny depending the wind and direction of company Send em a piece of the puzzle that doesn’t a thing for the picture to fit in a summary Someone had said it was barely a vivid emotion they see it as nothing but charity, I had some fears of my own that were steering him over and under insanity Sand on the beach in the sun wasn’t anything more than a finer collection of rubble We’re coming up out of our shells underwater To try and get air and they get em in trouble It’s bubbling under the surface of all the danger and changing your simple anatomy, I had some people that claim they were captain of shipment and think they could battle me, Bottling messages isn’t impressive As drinking the poison and singing’ in tune with it Thoughts of a peasant and being obsessed with your presence is not as Intuitive Two in the cap for the birds of a feather that started cuckoo’in and usually flew with him, Flyer than any and spreading my wings, And pourin a drink for the stewardess! Dang sorry Miss Lourdes now all this fluid is staining your apron Please take my cup. I’m not sure what to do with it thank you The look on her facial expression is making my imagination requires some viewer discretion I chew on a breath mint we met in the lavatory Far as that story let’s say I’m refueling her engine If you were to mention the legend of Arthur Morera, my raps are like taking a whiff of a mules manure a second My thoughts are as quick as a duel in the western I’m cooler than beverages schooling you freshman just off of principal teaching you all a lesson could still feel my presence with Ferris Bueller‘s attendance I’m with your girlfriend from bruising intestines Netflix is questioning if we’re still watching Cruel Intentions Bump this inside of your system to test your molecular defenses still go the distance you might need your rulers extended so many gems your jewelry is stressing Excuse my French but fore all the ratchets, my tool is a wrench and it grew a few inches The raps are gorgeous She’s tapping her feet like she’s looking for veins like an addict with syringes Came to New York from Florida whatever that’s apples and oranges Attitude insubordinate One leg up on them like Captain Morgan Cap Brim lowered, and you couldn’t see me not even with map coordinates