Fan fiction depiction of easy livin',
pill flippin and whippin',
found myself on the floor of my kitchen,
wishin',
"If I could grab hold and maintain myself,
keep whole,
I'd probably feel a little better,
probably feel much more full."
But if I wanna pay that price, it shouldn't be put on ice.
Better be charbroiled right there and cut with a sharp knife.
Killed my steak and cooked it too,
wandered in and out and through,
hallow minded selfish rules to decide weather I wanted to,
follow the mellow dramatic shallow streets littered with potholes,
grinding on the daily just to drive myself crazy, and I don't even pop dros.
My thoughts get kinda hazy when I'm feeling the light bulbs,
resonate their heat into my aspirations and goals.
Well, I met a decent fella at a house party,
he told me nothing at all but I was smitten to say the least.
No fleece, just cotton on the shoulder blades,
holding cups and saying names,
passing pieces left and right to smile when they see the tame,
awesome nature of this funky colored hurricane.
Place faith in his face,
hold hearts you tend not to break or mistake for a knock off or fake,
deliberate and consider the fact you said it straight,
to the kindest of smiles,
the sweetest mouth you'll ever taste.
Replaced a metaphor with real talk,
felt the heart race a bit and quickly stop.
Wondered why these things in my brain tend to make no sense,
and then I find myself relaxing on the otherside of the fence, thinking,
"Damn, I'm happy,
got no money,
not driven a caddy,
my place is shabby,
but I'll still call it home.
Got hit by the bullet but dodged all other obstacles.
One penny is enough for me I feel relaxed, enjoying a popsicle."
Spread love through effortless smiles and conversation.
Contemplate the fact that we all create the nation.
Quit playin',
you know you wanna get down with what I'm sayin'.
Swiftly slaying, the bitter faced attitudes without triple D boobs and Harley Quinn tattoos,
just here to better that mood.
Let's just smile and take a minute to appreciate, a moment spent with a mate.
A temporary comrade to halt the self debate.
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I should keep with this slithering snake tongue I've been witholdin'.
The sober minded mistress found herself a smoky couldron.
Magic potion, yeah I'm feelin' the motion of filling a glass of health and hope rum.
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