I can see what you’ve been eating, by what you believe in, Trash. Bitch you ain’t Baby Bash. Bitch you ain’t earn that cash. Robitussin stash. Pissed on MASH; always looking for the Mansion in something devilish and handsome.
Tied-up-side-down no-hands, hoping for a crowd. Kinky shit, yeah, we get real loud; but you don’t deserve that. Sit down. They have you all turned around. Leaving your loved ones bleeding out. Cop that iPhone, iWatch, Cycle – Out – bye, Bi, more like open to living a lie, to get that pie, whole, stuffed, anything for a little love, lust.
Loneliness. Can’t sit with yourself. Low on wealth. Mentally burnt-out shit shack, sack, lit that, track, run bitch, I let the dogs out; hounds sick em, B5 flip em. Go get your vitamin D, maybe then you will see that it’s bigger than you and me.
When seeing ain’t believing always feeling Stone Wall-E trying to get that ball, Eve-ah, you ain’t got that speed. Hun, you’re trailing behind, can’t see. I’m too bright, you’re blind like a bat, and can’t hear nothing. I called you out – oh, you ain’t hear nothing. That’s why you ain’t here, Nothing.
Empty room, only one saying something. Storing up my wealth, on another plane/plain dumplin’, “Chickens cackling in a barn,” yeah, just like this one. Drowning in that soup. It’s time, heal your soul, not mine.
Marathon.
Climb that Mount.
Jeronimo.
Get that clout.
Flower, pedal, sprout.
Decidere.
Times running out… legacies…
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