Feel free to hit me up about nothing
I dont really know what i would say but
I guess its something just to see your name and see your face appear across my screen
In the ocean of my space it really parts the seas
I tend to get bored when i got nothing to get bored of
So youre kinda like the source of worth in a world of boredom
Sort of like porcelain the way your elegance pours out and morphs
Into more contortions i adore now
Its moved on
But youre lip still taste acidic
From the reminence of poison gotten rid of good riddence
Riddles spelled out, no one seems get it when i spit it
Deal the wealth out, way too honest
Honestly i get it when youre thinking
How long you really gon be staying with him through the thick and thinnest thin he's slimming kid is looking grim And grinning grimmaces images
Fading
Dissapearing still cascading
Into nothing face the blade that gets sharper with age
Wish i could change my name to better state my consiouse
Aint the same as when i got it
But nothing is so dishonest
Than to say that anything would be the right fit
Not even the one i have now ill sip foul till i like it
Im just getting off track like a small fish that was tossed back
I was talking bout how i feel everytime you call back
Small stack off my mind till i have heart attack
Got me feeling funny spitting the f*cking bars wack
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Feel free to hit me up about nothing
I dont really know what i would say but
I guess its something just to see your name and see your face appear across my screen
In the ocean of my space it really parts the seas
I tend to get bored when i got nothing to get bored of
So youre kinda like the source of worth in a world of boredom
Sort of like porcelain the way your elegance pours out and morphs
Into more contortions i adore now
Its moved on
But youre lip still taste acidic
From the reminence of poison gotten rid of good riddence
Riddles spelled out, no one seems get it when i spit it
Deal the wealth out, way too honest
Honestly i get it when youre thinking
How long you really gon be staying with him through the thick and thinnest thin he's slimming kid is looking grim And grinning grimmaces images
Fading
Dissapearing still cascading
Into nothing face the blade that gets sharper with age
Wish i could change my name to better state my consiouse
Aint the same as when i got it
But nothing is so dishonest
Than to say that anything would be the right fit
Not even the one i have now ill sip foul till i like it
Im just getting off track like a small fish that was tossed back
I was talking bout how i feel everytime you call back
Small stack off my mind till i have heart attack
Got me feeling funny spitting the f*cking bars wack
I dont really know what i would say but
I guess its something just to see your name and see your face appear across my screen
In the ocean of my space it really parts the seas
I tend to get bored when i got nothing to get bored of
So youre kinda like the source of worth in a world of boredom
Sort of like porcelain the way your elegance pours out and morphs
Into more contortions i adore now
Its moved on
But youre lip still taste acidic
From the reminence of poison gotten rid of good riddence
Riddles spelled out, no one seems get it when i spit it
Deal the wealth out, way too honest
Honestly i get it when youre thinking
How long you really gon be staying with him through the thick and thinnest thin he's slimming kid is looking grim And grinning grimmaces images
Fading
Dissapearing still cascading
Into nothing face the blade that gets sharper with age
Wish i could change my name to better state my consiouse
Aint the same as when i got it
But nothing is so dishonest
Than to say that anything would be the right fit
Not even the one i have now ill sip foul till i like it
Im just getting off track like a small fish that was tossed back
I was talking bout how i feel everytime you call back
Small stack off my mind till i have heart attack
Got me feeling funny spitting the f*cking bars wack
Writer: Christopher Ford
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