Vicious Circle
• Written by PublicEnemy
*Bridge*
Walking through these streets
My girl's a saint, but a freak in the sheets.
Spitting words like broken glass and venom
Bringing armageddon.
*Hook*
Drowning my thoughts with shots of whiskey.
Stalking these streets, predatory.
Sit down let me tell you a little story.
Verse 1 :
There's a demon inside me.
It lives and breathes, all it needs is kush and whiskey.
I'm the Pope of rap.
My bars are heretic.
Your raps are pathetic.
I was once king
Didn't worry about a thing.
Spiralling circle of loss and hate
Respect, don't desecrate
Lock my thoughts in, throw the key away
Head swimming, can barely see.
Legally blind.
*Hook*
Verse 2:
Her ass is swaying back and forth
Am I dreaming?
No measure to how much my raps are worth.
Back room sex scene.
Been two days since I've been clean.
Still feel high, sipping this lean.
Might as well smash, feeling like I'm about to die
At least I scored. Touch down, homerun. Pop fly.
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PublicEnemy
Member since January 16 2015