So original… you be, so lyrical, I be, like jokes a lot, analogue crude, guard em Camelot with lost tapes pitiful effort, mystery alchemist rule, this rooms off limits, with no limits to a quill effect, conceal the top shelf pool, then swim the block, boys in the hood target stops, proper got the scope, at the park markets, line for line ‘til the line is drawn, blood on a seed steel with a even spread, a purchase find my phone, panoramic self aware and lost with vertigo projects, could be tall grass, who’s aiming tho’, bodies in front, in the concrete jungle, what a light bulb moment, best foot forward, still reading the air that clear, then trapped in space, with a Star Trek build, feel guitar case…son’s that real….what a happy bipolar…like closed curtains, drive murking with no licence dreams, you got the streets at it, got the streets hurting…
Playing perfect with no licence teens, I just weren’t there habit, magic to the rabbit run, I run from eagles different, s-s-switching regals mission…play position….I said…I said the team had it….
All this profit potential, and just discover nympho’ in a hippy wagon, yea that era’s dungeon, after this album, back seats or back ally follies, just live the
Choices, ambition voice’s the victim, could be local police, or cousin, ignore like Constantine leach, there’s no cure for this, preaching, like the next wave, global language and the best paid, like put paid to this, hustle, 60 40’s one hundred and fifty fifty keeps talking, dreaded table speech, skip the subject extortion and I’m the one to eat, kitchen spark and warnings won’t let me keep, yawning, if the checks move, fully vocal ‘bout the p’s and q’s haunting, backdraft a open door touring, like pain’s when I loose….just don’t share when it’s boring…
So original….