Fish eyes wrapped like a worm around a hook,
shook, or maybe shaken is the word.
Really taken by your smile, but maybe that's just sounds absurd.
Word, catch you sometime,
a couple thousand rhymes later.
Debate weather or not you wanna maintain the translator.
Protest what made you faker,
the things that make or break her.
If you have a golden dollar you could probably repay their empty hands that went a long way to make sure they won't starve before they wake-
Sir, it's easy to mistake the verbal way I meditate,
but don't debate the steady rate my sanity starts to levitate.
Get it straight,
I'm on that fucken silly shit of the highest rate.
Baited like a fish in shallow water,
what you got to say?
I'm just some dudes middle daughter.
I can wander all I want but there's an apocalypse here to slaughter,
every single person here,
motherfuckers don't play fair.
Crooked smiles tend to switch back and forth between a cold stare,
no reason to feel uneasy,
we were just chillen to something breezy.
sipping wine listening to some Jay Z.
Play me?
It's alright, I'll act a fool for you.
Just give me a drink or too,
play some smooth tunes to set the mood.
Strike one,
man, that was something that shouldn't be put out there.
But judging by the smile you won the fucking dare.
Ensnared by the substances but you reply "It's just tangles."
Yeah tangles,
that strangle you till you're mangled.
Even blind eyes can see your pain though.
I'm sorry,
that was wild.
You're just some corny gentle child.
Trying to do you and make miles in some shoes,
it takes a while.
Props to you for taking that and making it worth while.
Smiles,
smiling,
everyone's so fucking happy.
It makes me wanna cry to see the people that love me enjoying what they deserve and feeling lucky.
Trust me,
to feel low at shouldn't be an option,
and to see people you know, simple holding tight on their hope.
Saying "Fuck it, liberation, I'm not getting tied by the rope."
Soap opera feelings.
Constant complicated dealings,
making simple sword wielding an art,
just taken my heart from off my sleeve,
tear it apart and leave it in as an abstract sign of peace.
Please,
blame it on the vees but I feel a little more free.
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Feeling addicted to breathing,
for once seized the seething,
the bleeding wounds were subsiding,
the scabs were starting the binding.
Rewinding the damage rather timely.
Blimey, where have I been fucking lost at sea,
in my own head in my imagination, gee.
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