my true love is out there, i have come so close.
and I know that when I get your love I'll have an overdose.
inhale you through my ears.. my nose, but what i crave the most
is tasting you like candy, shooot me up with sweet glucose
Monday, February 6, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
real
whocares who likes me.
I dare you to do it to spite me
like bite me wanna taste my goodies?
get inside my hoodie?
get inside your car
but ha! my goodies in a jar.
that you’ll never reach down there on your level.
climb up the stairway to heavens yes there are several
in which you can revel. you rebel.
you dusty star get out your car but ride with me
outside with me.
side with me.
you know I’m right don’t hide from me..
I don’t take pity I’ll take a shitty
on your face
maybe a spitty so you can taste
the disgrace, the discredit..
used to think you could really get it
but don’t sweat it
cos fun is never regretted.
regret like I shouldn’t have saidit
but fuck it you already read it
and the past only exists after we die
so why lie?
cos the future don’t exist when you high
all we have is now..
which is why I wonder how
you’re eating a dead cow
it’s really..going..in your mouth..
You don’t even know what it’s about.
little teapot short and stout
teapot pour some fungi out
and send me 8 miles high
fungi, can you open up my my eye?
right there on my forehead
openin when I’m born and dead
I just gotta be born again
cos he not busy born is busy dying
and if you don’t getbusy you aint really tryin
only cryin like it’s alright, ma
its life and life only
but please. don’t try to console me
my whole me, my homies
be feelin like they know me
but I don’t even know me
they do deserve a trophy
we winnin while we sinnin
sprinklin cinnamon, like it’s the taste you can see
young shock g, follow me
like tumblr, like let me get your number
take me to the ocean, on the beach lets get sunburnt
let’s get some burnt
to the ground, when nobody’s around
only then can I spit these precious sounds
wavves of noise traveling like live mounds
growling when I’m angry feelin something like a hound
on the roads, displaced, scared you’ll find me in the pound
or a prison cell, where I hope to never dwell
but I’m burnin down mcdonalds if plastic fries they still sell
burnin down what makes this world a hell
expect a bad smell
but not when I’m rollin this l
for I will never tire of smoking ganj that smells fire
begging mother nature, take me higher..
I dare you to do it to spite me
like bite me wanna taste my goodies?
get inside my hoodie?
get inside your car
but ha! my goodies in a jar.
that you’ll never reach down there on your level.
climb up the stairway to heavens yes there are several
in which you can revel. you rebel.
you dusty star get out your car but ride with me
outside with me.
side with me.
you know I’m right don’t hide from me..
I don’t take pity I’ll take a shitty
on your face
maybe a spitty so you can taste
the disgrace, the discredit..
used to think you could really get it
but don’t sweat it
cos fun is never regretted.
regret like I shouldn’t have saidit
but fuck it you already read it
and the past only exists after we die
so why lie?
cos the future don’t exist when you high
all we have is now..
which is why I wonder how
you’re eating a dead cow
it’s really..going..in your mouth..
You don’t even know what it’s about.
little teapot short and stout
teapot pour some fungi out
and send me 8 miles high
fungi, can you open up my my eye?
right there on my forehead
openin when I’m born and dead
I just gotta be born again
cos he not busy born is busy dying
and if you don’t getbusy you aint really tryin
only cryin like it’s alright, ma
its life and life only
but please. don’t try to console me
my whole me, my homies
be feelin like they know me
but I don’t even know me
they do deserve a trophy
we winnin while we sinnin
sprinklin cinnamon, like it’s the taste you can see
young shock g, follow me
like tumblr, like let me get your number
take me to the ocean, on the beach lets get sunburnt
let’s get some burnt
to the ground, when nobody’s around
only then can I spit these precious sounds
wavves of noise traveling like live mounds
growling when I’m angry feelin something like a hound
on the roads, displaced, scared you’ll find me in the pound
or a prison cell, where I hope to never dwell
but I’m burnin down mcdonalds if plastic fries they still sell
burnin down what makes this world a hell
expect a bad smell
but not when I’m rollin this l
for I will never tire of smoking ganj that smells fire
begging mother nature, take me higher..
P
ot.
pick it.
pick pocket
finna fly so high up in this rocket
like you can’t stop it
I can’t even stop it but I do
to pop lock and drop it
drop kick
on ya head
like whatyousaid?
pretty soon you’re gonna be dead
what in the world you thinkin o0of?
no glove no love
unless you enjoy human surplus like give everybody a hug
crowded living room like ooh where’d you get that rug?
it’s oriental.. purchased while traveling the orient
soo it wasn’t made in china for like seven cents
but nigga idc how much you spent
do what you do to pay the rent
wages so low lets ask the president:
did you think that money was heaven sent?
cent from hell
what is this world of “buy and sell”?
planted paper causing sadness to dwell
given to the ones who make me rebel
I don’t need millions
I just need to yell!
cos I was boooorn in the bottom of a wishin well
pick it.
pick pocket
finna fly so high up in this rocket
like you can’t stop it
I can’t even stop it but I do
to pop lock and drop it
drop kick
on ya head
like whatyousaid?
pretty soon you’re gonna be dead
what in the world you thinkin o0of?
no glove no love
unless you enjoy human surplus like give everybody a hug
crowded living room like ooh where’d you get that rug?
it’s oriental.. purchased while traveling the orient
soo it wasn’t made in china for like seven cents
but nigga idc how much you spent
do what you do to pay the rent
wages so low lets ask the president:
did you think that money was heaven sent?
cent from hell
what is this world of “buy and sell”?
planted paper causing sadness to dwell
given to the ones who make me rebel
I don’t need millions
I just need to yell!
cos I was boooorn in the bottom of a wishin well
Saturday, February 4, 2012
fasheezy
I’m a fucking thespian.. fux with lesbians love em but don’t fuck em.
kinda like Ner’s math class logarithms.
get it but dont trust ya,
listenin to that fire Crust huh,
that music make you wanna thrust huh, punch huh.
rage through the page put it all on paper, save now, publish post, don’t wait til later.
letters are a life saver.
waves of sound like a bellydancin bitch I crave her!
I got flavor,
maybe you can savor but
you’ll have to wait til later..
after the bleezy while we listen to weezy
feelin easy feelin sleazy
hollerin out to the universe like please mmeee
kinda like Ner’s math class logarithms.
get it but dont trust ya,
listenin to that fire Crust huh,
that music make you wanna thrust huh, punch huh.
rage through the page put it all on paper, save now, publish post, don’t wait til later.
letters are a life saver.
waves of sound like a bellydancin bitch I crave her!
I got flavor,
maybe you can savor but
you’ll have to wait til later..
after the bleezy while we listen to weezy
feelin easy feelin sleazy
hollerin out to the universe like please mmeee
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