Like this ain’t the movies,
Don’t accept the excuses, like you’re a walking planet,
I’m a walking house mouth, sit right there, control clutch,
Who can I trust with nothing or everything, really needy, myself , did I wake up or didn’t sleep, remember nothing proving nothing improving, Milage, could feed my soul, always hungry raw eat the cow, beef chew the kettle, lime clean, with a crispy made that, less confused, and what your hand do, milk it now…..or the trip to the shops energy, got rhyming pow…ers… I know you’re good at it…ghetto show….ers…. But I’m serve and protect…interject to play like cowards….know the plan was all wrong….and still can’t do nothing….I swear the streets ain’t loving this song…bill a bong towers…just extorted the driver, and then Uber the wifey, selling drunk was so pricey, wagon, and left alone, multi tasking the dog and bone station…get at me facing skills, couldn’t afford the routine…memories left, frenemy kept going, to a directors editorial cut, way ahead of the baller bucks genie, bluetooth seedy housing p.i…you won’t believe me, base the camera chase needy stalk like that fly, buzzing off the info, knuckle right moves….Don’t know the life and playthings got the play date barbie chess moves… I’m saying….there’s just too many zones, blot daily tones, woke near me…zones clearly with a daydream….and a place to sleepover…meme…
Jealous snappy snaps, and generation holding, all in my zone and influence the sci-fi, changes the best buy policy, just from pain and reels, evidence drills the schemer, if I could sit back best you need those thrills, a ledger, crept only dust from the narrow passage, friendly doing damage…where’s the features….
If only phone me….