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since this wind is blowing i should set my sails
bitch, i think i'm Ahab i could catch a whale
all the while without any assistance from Poseidon I've been looking for a mermaid to confide in.
searching through for ariel bc death is in the distance and life is not a fairy tale
too much shits is heartless a mortal jellyfish my idol is sora so im rebellious
smokin a j floatin on the deep blue sea; worried if imma make past Pacfic rim 3
ive always despised my lingering paranoia, wishing i could foresee the future like a clairvoyant
what i really need is an oracle or a tarot card reading
because waves dont speak they're only greetings
and even the sea can create a mirage, i hope we weren't deserted by god.
hook x2
i feel like i was stranded on this planet
its time to abandon ship, we're submerging like Atlantis
so i light the herb and surf..
guided by the tides hangin' ten on the turf.
verse 2
feelin blue like a Smurf so i light up the purp
i know the world could be worse but i dont go to church
sometimes i pray at the bay with my hands in the sand spittin my songs like Trey on a slow motion cam.
It's a quarter past low tide but im not a low life.
I am a light bearing creator just trying to flow right
Navigating on course back to the source like Bermuda
Im obtuse my angle is not what you're used to.
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flickering lights go off the top of my head
beams of light keep me up and then
still thinking of what i shouldve said or what else instead when i was dread.
rusty bones flats of stones all everyday alone no home
still were stoned face lit by telephone.
border line stupid together you grouped it into another fluke hit
crappin bout blue shit ill tell you what i need to fill my tank.
see how much i drank
burn much fuel
hard to fill
do no rules
just skip school.
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m a k e _ m y _ d a y .
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drifting away floating through days i dont wanna stay
im not okay put me in the ground
where i'll be found dancing around shits about to go down.
bought a new gown, sliding through town, making brown in the stomach.
where ill run a muck didnt give a fuck making quik bucks shooters dont duck; eatin lunch. dont get your panties in a bunch, use you as my crutch wouldve been clutch. are you okay? find a quiet place to stay for that final lay bitch.
filled with so much angst bout to rob a bank
feelin rich through me in a ditch think i found my niche
dont fuck with with snitch, bunch of bitches cookin in the kitchen
floating through space again clocking out by ten
theres something wrong in my head
why i always wish that i was dead?
lay me in the bed of flowers
where i can cower
away
make my day bitch.
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d a r k _ a r t s .
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sliding through the air
i dont even care , if i lose my hair
would stare? would you even dare?
mauled like a bear. singing like Cher.
sitting in a beach chair suckin in that cold air.
waiting on a bus fare, is this even fair?
decontrolled common scold, true slime mold.
you're my center fold, keep it cold. I dont wanna get old.
Sinking to the bottom, tasting vomit, then i blossom, shits so rotten, unforgotten, meant im forgotten.
cannot be forgiven you wont even listen.
youre just a villain, lacking ambition, put me in a submission.
making your decision , just a ghostly apparition.
Due to these conditions, welcome to the intermission
i dont feel smart, being torn apart by this dark art, fix this bleeding heart.
yeah, thats the weak part, need a fresh start , feeling airborne, wish i was a stillborn. I tried to forewarn
of the pain im going through, when i think of you
whats this even mean to you,
i miss it too
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hittin blunts got the runs
feeling stuck in a rut
smoking too much pot , sniffing to much caine boy thats lame
yeah try to tame me sing in harmony
live your fantasy, acting carelessly, this is urgency
fuck conformity. just about common courtesy
imma nice dude with some nice shoes
no ice cubes with some long pubes
i dont like big boobs, fucka redtube
do not pay for porn layin on that horn
blowing up my spot, no i do not like tupac
bound to get a blood clot im a juggernaut
having second thoughts, acting like a big shot
bout to be double crossed.
stuck in a rut, i can feel it in my gut, squeeze it out, like a jelly doughnut.
kicked in the btt, why you such a cunt, rather be blunt.
devils advocate , fuck being abstinent, is this adequate, not a duplicate.
open up the floodgates, checkin out my prostate, jumping off the golden gate.
Full of hate, Keep it staright, just dont make me wait.
i know i aggravate tried to alternate
this is all i could illustarte
lounging in the back smoking crack, i just want my life back.
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hittin a blunt
slipped in the cunt
im just a dunce, i have no fun.
girl im just done
i blacked out, with a mask out
and my teeth kncocked out.
wtf is that about?
singing to the ocean.
screaming my emotions
feels are emotive.
vibes are corrosive, bet you didnt notice
you want know this.
it wasnt just a kiss, hear that snake hiss.
i am just stressed doing my best, failing lifes test
fuck all the rest , my lifes such a mess.
(life is such a drag, continue throwing frags)
looking out my window, i dont feel too good tho
imma be alright tho. things are pretty clear
as long as you are near
like a deer in the headlights. you continue to test my might
staring at the night sky
im ready to fly just about to die
colored your hair so i wouldnt recognize
once i realize the true lies
far ahead, almost dead, tasting lead
just about to get some head
i can feel the end this music makes my mind bend
aint no superman Clark kent
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Draped up yeah, dripped out
Me my niggas in the club drugged out
We don't really give a fuck about
None these niggas in the club thugged out
Everybody in this fuckin' club got gats
All my niggas in this fuckin' club got racks
Everybody in this fuckin' club gettin' shot
Kamehameha, still run up on yo yacht
Yup get her wet, I ain't even left the dock
Playin' in her twat listenin' to 2Pac
I don't give a fuck, yeah I know she crew hop
She don't give a fuck, cuz she know my crew hot
Just boolin' with my bestie
Got a muthafuckin' problem come and check me
But before you do that shit just stop
Think about what you doin' 'fore everybody in the club get shot
Everybody in the club gettin' shot
Everybody gonna twirl then drop
Everybody in the club gettin' shot
None you niggas better not call the cops
Goddamn he got hit up in his chest
Wet t-shirt he done won the contest
Ran off with his fuckin' countess
Got her countin' all my money, fuck my damn accountant
My niggas like chill boy, she do it for the promo
But I'm a pro though and I keep it on the low though
Got a bit in common like fuckin' in a Honda
We like white, green, pills, gold and fuckin' up some commas
Everybody got shot last night
It's all in the news and I see cop lights
Hell yeah a nigga gon' return to the scene
Probably with same damn burner on me
Hell yeah, I keep a shooter, niggas think I'm fuckin' stupid
Always got a nigga tryna run up on me
Like to see a nigga tryna run up on me
Put the ruger to his bitch 'fore he pull it on me
VIP, before I see the pussy need to see ID
If I ain't fuckin' with the fee I leave
Probably take the whole damn party with me
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house number six Saranac, Michigan
House 6:
wyndumearle/gone.r
King Jvck SLOW EzBio
contact me:
wyndumearle@gmail.com
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