Through the Field
• Written by Anonymous
its Time to refine myself in written rhymes ,
I want make songs freestyles just can't provide
Slicking these lines with this Samsung s3
Someday eventually I won't rap for free
Studio recordings and beats produced for me
i already see the possibilities
writing songs that will hold true philosophy
after all its always been inside of me
m ideas expressed in their entirety
the very notion strikes like high anxiety
money coming in five times your salary
imagine addison on top all glamorous
rats and yes men cant damage the magnanimous
Behold the revolutionist flowing crucial
look how i got way more props than you as usual
today im out tryin to find a girl suitable
more than beautiful words arent suitable
go snap your neck in attempt to get a visual
aint it pitiful
feelings that are residual got me doin arials
look at these dudes fronting in front of you
their women flare and fume all cuz of you
im confusing life and dream cuz of you
cant imprint the image when i cant catch a glimpse
searching all this time might take longer than i think
you are water to my haul making my soul sink
im missing you ere time my eyes close to blink
on some serious thought whats missing in this link
because my current living isnt that of a king
deeply ashamed that you could of alluded my grasp
whatever though im still that top class of mr ass
flamboyant looking addison gotcha aghast
jump to call me a fag as ur girl flashes her ass
no evidnce of one
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