mystics
• Written by hsteb
look
i don't know what to say to you
except i'm sorry for the pain i've caused you
but keep lookin' my way
i'll still come thru at 2 am if you just say
drinkin through my shame
but i'm feelin' blissful
thinkin' always wishful
in my hands a tits-ful
arrogant skitzo with the missile
of diction that he be spittin'
don't talk much when i go out
you be shittin' me if you say that
yak yak's what you're about
you a fraud like bluths
got-damn, that caboose
got me feelin' pretty loose
like second-grader tooths
and teeth
meet me at blarney's
you know we puffin trees
puttin smoke on the breeze with ease
and please
just lemme hit once more before my dyin' day
look me in my eyes surrounded by this lion mane
my shrink scared to ask how i'm feelin' right now
put me in the ground with a purple shaded burial shroud
no frowns when i'm rollin' heavy
three points of molly in nasal cavity
gravity
got me stuck right to my seat
bring heat on the mic, i'm feelin' beat
puttin' in trabajo between disheveled sheets
and her mister don't know
well, that's how it go
when she actin' like that,
can't blame how that man react
if he ever finds out
look
i don't know what to say to you
except i'm sorry for the pain i've caused you
but keep lookin' my way
i'll still come thru at 2am if you just say
drink through my shame
but i'm feelin' blissful
thinkin' always wishful
in my hands a tits-ful
arrogant skitzo with the missile
of diction that he be spittin'
don't talk much when i go out
you be shittin' me if you say that
yak yak's what you're about
uh
you fraud but you got that caboose
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hsteb
Member since April 21 2013