apartment music 1

takin hits like battleship

i like the trip i like the colors

brothers sit and cry for mothers

high too much for one another

psycho sights may make them shutter

eyeful nights they find their lover

hover out above her its a blur

until he shoves her

mustve left your cool at home dumbass little fucker

did i stutter, yet you muster

up a peep and sayy the punishments too steep

you feelin weak i pick you up

friends for life wasnt enough

drinkin til i hiccup pukin on my button up

like i just swigged the castor fuck

i think im runnin out of luck

i smoke a lot but its a must

and the family says i drink to much

im broke as shit cause life is tough

i know its what made my hands rough

the flow i hope will be enough

i huff and puff to make a bill

the weather from my window sill

is bright but i see drops of blood

and light above me shinin down

half of us amount to nothing wheres your crown

a fountain now

your eyes show loud a million stories left in shrouds

i doubt youll make it to the clouds

when heaven is based on law regardless what is right and wrong

like eleven birds who sing a song

seven wont be perfect

but without the rest of them the sound just wont be worth it

started in a honda, then a bentley riding hearses

darted when they shot ya frankly you rehearsed it

meaning more than meets the eye when i scribble these verses

salive starts to dribble on the mans finest

dedicated to exposing life behind the blindes

inebriated highness posing free from shyness