Why Do I Keep Replaying Scenarios Where I believe what you saying?
One Minute We Fuuuuck- Next Minute We Hate-
Frustrations an Understatement
So I’d suppose I’ll recline
Crumble whats left of this Dime
Surf my phone for remnants of you like im traveling back in time-
Zipped with Dark Lips with your curves bodying all before you-
Finding symmetries to your energy is an miraculous fortune
Shiiiit But up and at em locatin a Paula Patton
Or more or less someone to impress on my brain in ways unimagined

Rocking these awkwardly fashions flicking ashes from the tips of a bastard
You looked past it above all my flaws to see that my inner was basqui-at
But I had to decline- citing your eyes yo were more than divine- im a mirror
of falty design a trip on the mind of a God who was a caught in a blind..

She said that im hard on myself,
I say my standards is high
She said that nigga get up on your pedastal you is a King to my eyes
And then not to my own surprise- She dissolved like a glitch in the sky-
and a left a notice written p.s. see you next lifetime

HOOK-
SOMEONE TO MY GIVE MY ALL
SOMEONE TO USE MY FAITH
SOMEONE TO MYWAVE OF BLISS
SOMEONE TO RIDE THE VIBES OF THIS

Its not by the Gray of the Hair, That one knows the age of heart.
Its by all the scars of despair niggas collecting to piece back apart
We Drown my sorrows in Flesh, Wake up, Shower off the Regrets
Marlon Brando 50’s noir no easing up pouring the Whisk
Marvelous marvin sharpening wits for all of my niggas who stress
Murdering white owls fusing Buddha with blood we no beating this shit
I guess my desire to taste yo perspires flavors is obvious-
It’s a crime you neglect all the time that we spent if you were still here we’d be ruling this shit
Instead you kick it with\Alice
Lost in your wonderland
Crossing our eyes across on the street catching you play pretend
Well Shit I be playing back, but know the ball don’t lie
Knowing you slipping your fingers upunder your sheets thinking of me at night
Im getting my marley on
No time to wait in vain
Lifes too short for shorties to break bread while im dead in the grave
Show your true face to a nigga embellishing all that your are
Or we’ll be stuck on this pendulum swing of hatered and love from afar
I need...

AND BEFORE ITS ALL WRITTEN IN STONE- MY VISIONS WILL SHOOT THRU A PRISM AND YOU WILL APPEAR AS A DOVE- IN TECHNICOLOR- GLIDING THRU THESE PURPLE CLOUDS- SAYING BLACK JUST HAVE NO FEAR- WE'RE FADING OFF