Taylor's Freestyle

Lately I haven't been feeling myself

Been spending more too cause the usual don’t help

And it happens so often, I’m getting saved by the bell

Having a hard time controlling what I buy and sell

Everything that I’ve known somehow just doesn’t cut it

Turn up the dosage man, we bout’ make some-in of it

And I’ve accepted that life isn’t always set in stone

You are the master of your own fate and right now I’m-uh completed stoned

Since when did you stop answering your phone,

You know after hours when I call your home,

Desperate for company I just can’t be alone

Runnin’ through the 8 and it’s been getting cold,

Winter time people bop around in fur coats,

Inhaling fumes is due for a sore throat,

Bottles in the club somehow I just can’t cope,

In search for good vibes or just a nice soul,

A women settling for nothing less than her clone,

Independent girl looking for moolah to be thrown

You’ve matured now look how you’ve grown

Beautiful young women with a mind of her own

Defined by more than potential she’s shown, and

You not searching for success you searching for whats gone

But you can take your time while I roll up a cone

We’ll spend the night together and find you a new home

And if it’s love that you’re missing girl I got some hold on’

Familiar with your struggles this past year and so on,

And I just wanna say girl you’ve been so strong…. Taylor it’s been too long

 

 

Yeah

 

2:40 am and I’m still up writing rhymes

Sober thinking starting to spill ‘to these lines

But I’m not a rapper I’m just a dude engaging my prime

And I prefer a nice, wine and dine, with some fine, company

Over someone who I gotta pay time, hourly

To share whats on her mind, and whats on mine

Instead of asking if there’s a shower fee

My prinicple for attention is to seldom show

But with time I’m starting to let principles go

Student of the game you know I’m on my honor roll

And that's an honored role

But greatest ever is not really what I'm striving for

I’ve adopted the mentality though if you down to go...so, what's up

 

Things changed and we’re smoking quicker,

Bonfires, the mist is getting thicker

No time for conversation when you pass the liquor

Let the music play and the lights flicker

If you load the gun make sure you pull the right trigger

 

Yeah

 

And recently David and Sina’s been the hot-box crew

Feel a musical vibe soon as we enter the room

And we’ve got boxed up feelings too

I guess that's what they call “Baggage”, who would’ve knew

 

Things would turn out the way they did,

No more wishing it was me instead

Drastically changing my life ahead

But it seems like chivalry is close to dead

When women just want what's best for them

And to visit the bakery often for extra bread

These are just things right now scrambling my head

Taylor, tell me what's next?

 

Yeah

 

And at times its hard to feel unique

How do you stand out in a wave of freaks

And I don't mean to offend, its actually good to be

Cause a lock that opens up to any key is just not worth it for me

Why'd you blamed it on the two weeks

Or was it shit that occurred before these

I'm just trynna figure out your story

The reason why you no longer feel the love, see

I know we only saw each other on the weekends,

but that's no reason for you to ignore me

And lately dealers all seem to be giving less

But musics been giving more so I guess I’m blessed

It’s been therapeutic in my time of stress... I guess

 

The high you get from a vision, there’s nothing stronger

 

Either you get it while your young or you’ll get it older

 

Talking ‘bout visions to my old friends classified me a stoner

Boy, the marijuana’s got your head running ‘round the corner

I don’t think they’ve ever tried the shit I’m smoking-nah

 

Cause if they did, we’d all be writing songs in the morning

Out here late night chasing the glory

Nocturnal cause ideas come at night when I feel most lonely

Just trynna sum up the months on how's it going

Glass only half empty and somehow still pouring

Closer to my dreams yeah I’m up there soaring

 

 

 

Taylor,

I hear you when my mind blanks

 

Appreciate the times we had with slow dance

 

Marie,

I see you when the blood moon's bright red

 

Heading north though we drive west

 

Hill,

on my warm skin lies her cold breath

 

Buckle up cause we in for the long rest