NAOMIAIME

That's how it's pronounced so don't ask me Take 1 Fuckin animal, anorexic cannibal. nigga spit the flammable, f*ck a Nah f*ck that shit, that shit was trash... bring it back Tryna figure out how I should start the verse Writer's block's a fucking curse, I swear this shit's the worst Life's a bitch and death's a flirt, wonder who's fucking first? For what it's worth, I'll have it figured out before the second verse It's hard to tell if i'm an angel or a demon I'm scheming on slaying satan and throwing hands with the deacon They like- what is he saying, the f*ck is this nigga thinking? Call em Mr. Fantastic, the way these niggas be reaching I'm destined for greatness, I just had a couple detours But name ya top ten, and I'll wash them niggas like seashores I ain't got no patience, niggas fake like Maury decoys So if it ain't bout the profit, then f*ck you bothering me for? I see my savior in the mirror in the morning Rolling while I’m yawning, in my bed is something foreign Keys from the organ playing as I watch the codeine pouring Tears rolling while recording, I ain’t used to these emotions, damn When you lost for so long, you just wanna win When ya prayers don’t get answers, you just wanna sin Life is the ending of death, death is when life begins Call me crazy but I’d die to feel alive again Tryna figure out why I just wrote this song Asking myself all these questions, but I get no response The quickest way to lose yourself is to keep holding on I bet they prolly thinking "Saint, what you be smoking on?" I think I’m too intelligent for my own benefit I think I’m pretty optimistic for a pessimist I be talking to this mic like it’s my therapist My only nemesis is my closet that’s filled with skeletons I'm a Ghost in the Shell, God in the flesh I done meditated with monks, I done partied with death I done pushed Honda Accords and skirted off in a Lex I been tryna write my wrongs, so please, pardon the left See when it storms, I never know if I should brace it Or let it wash me away and become one with the waves Oddly enough, I find myself craving the rain Cuz the smallest taste of joy lies within the deepest pain Life is a matter of preference Behind the doors of deception Reality is subjective It’s like we live in inception Sensations and perceptions Humanity’s strongest weapons Try to shift your perspective And you just might get the message But prolly not Yeeeaaaaaa prolly not The world is full of cyber thots And niggas flexing like they hot Writing on writer’s block Cypher with disciples Life’s a movie that we all forgot It’s up to us to write the plot