Loves Blues/Crossroads

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//Loves Blues//
 
Wake up in the morning, make up on I'm calling
My slime and I talking, she's great I am falling
Knees weak damn she charming, a date is all I seek
All I peek, as we speak, he say you don't wanna weep
Fuck that mean, may you say who told drama keep
Duck that scheme, drop the call, and then I eat, when I feed
Forgot the meat, feel the heat, really take it out the freeze'
Clearly appreciate the breeze, doubt this drought about the peace
Bout the cheese, get a call from the tease, let it all come to ease
 
Loves blues is real, wake up and feel, lose rush make seal
He'll brush and peel, take the steak out, and feel doubt, no drought
Though proud, he'll crowd, his mind, with doubt, remind himself he need to fry this steak now
Feed himself try wait how, His break plead they make out, daydreaming bout sleeping
with his queen, eating feeling feelings of love, above, all else, he get a call from who else
He sweat, Come from so tense, he so tense, he so dense, he answer so matter hence
 
They was talking and talking, some say longing and stalking
Some say rocking and shocking, I say they was stalling. talking avoiding
The joining point 'n honing the moment hoping the opened home they see
Ain't just a blown out hope they free, faint feelings of trust, stained dealings with lust
Pained teachings in dust, ingrained with the rust, it give them a front
A stunt again a blunt, I know what they both want, I show what those may hunt
Though close chose to bond, I see it goes where most don't want, there ghosts won't fond
They made a date for today, relate more to them someday, debate if that was the way
Because I sat in their wake, I swear I care bout their sake, I'm aware beware
Doubt is a route most take, spoke fake, broke take, he gon pick her up at six
She drawn up a place sell chips, he grace her tell of fix, tricks in his pockets
She daze him with well of licks, more tricks, or flicks, just lies, from pigs
Lust ties, minds since, minds sins, a prince, a 'cess, no less, I guess
 
//Crossroads//
 
Few months have passed, now they at a crossroads
Few punks have gassed, now they sat on other hopes
Under jokes, culture smokes, mother's homes, suffer stones
Words cut deeper for them both, jerks but neither of them grows
Never shows, clever treasure to those close, they just hoes, say lust froze
Make trust foes, fake must gross, they just hate when others grow
Say they happy numbers flow, state nasty words like shows, hurts when yo'
Strike the gold, hate being told, what feeling old, great dealing sold, stealing cold
They know, follow, hollow, sorrow, it's getting old, it's getting stale, bold setting mold
Hail testing grail, ghostly scale, mostly tales, prevail, detail impale the frail
Though derail, so they exhale, run from feelings, they know they feeling healing
Know they screaming, into pillows, view the ceiling, issue zero, heroes seeing
The bleeding, he went through, the cheating, she sit through, sinning ain't shit new
Claimed wit knew, blamed hit too, that's all you, paths fall through, backs view grew
As the sky turns a different hue, they cry wondering what to do
Distant too, observing brilliant truths, instantly choose, to change them
They refuse, gauge pen then, strange penmen, say they love one another
The other may shove the lover, wonder why the tougher partners suffer
Bothers others converse, fathers harbor fuckers, suckers mothers show love
Though rough, enough, effort entered will be pressured by the mentors
Errors still feed terrors, for better, or for worse, reverse, the damage in these scriptures
Manage sin breeze immerse, whispers can freeze killers, package plans in figures
Sinners, dinners, two diggers who knew winters, feel for smoke and mirrors
Folk tell spoke in glimmers, simmer
 
//Skit//
// Good session man, but I got go home now//

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