Now get closer
I can feel our eyes touch;
Fires in your hours on divine stuff;
Making mad pictures in confinement;
Pinnacles align and force arises, magic in the flames of your mindset
You can feel the vibe get crazy when your eyes get lazy
Naked in the flames, s**ing on your minuscule pictures of the pretty kids
And f**in' up the city sh**; enveloping the millions
Acting like I give a f**, put your f**in' fingers up;
Love is all I know
Pocketful of f**s makin' heads roll, you can sleep dead though
Sleeping on your pension, dancing on your d**h with your restful intentions
Six and five five's all pretty when I dive off, medal in my mouth;
Now lemme breath deeper
You can be the creature that I love but my head says
'f** you!
f** you!'
Africa will burn;
But love spills deep, blood inside the cracks of my dust filled feet;
Making friends with my pain-self, egod**h is real when you reach out;
You can go to sleep now, never chasing d**h I make peace with the freaks;
Pieces of the friends that I meet see me, stand tall when I speak
Twenty five five's I'm alive when I ride off; twenty five mind's in compiling
Beautiful and violent; still breath deep;
Magic in the flames that I keep, close to the pain that I see crushed deep
Pain is a pleasure make peace, pain is a pleasure make peace
Make b**hes wet in the desert, drink it up a toaster cup to Batman tendencies;
A chilling tale, ridden in a fire pit
Reflected in the the iris of a spy intent on k**ing kings for diamonds;
We travel deep into the desert most princess' won't let me come close;
So let your hair down hold it while I...
Make you wet in the desert;
Stretch in the desert; straight s** in the desert
I'm a wreck for your pleasure b**h, test me
Recipe for gold flakes think about the future while the whole entire room shakes
Sipping up and hoping for a better shot at love I'm s**in' troubled clits so drunk
f**s rubbing on your milk filled tits;
Milk equals water lemme have it;
I'm the thirstiest agorian the stamp sand platter;
Trading spice for a life, I'm a villain on a tight rope;
Cynicism at night, no it's criminal to bite flows
Riding on my pipe dreams I could see the light while you were crying in your diapers
Fighting with my night chills; looking at my bike
I could run away tonight and take control of my life still
I see 'em when I'm rapping and I know the globe will love me
Just as long as we can catch this, fat kids rapping on an anxious beat
I fill my shoes with the memories and rap for free
I fill my shoes with the memories and rap for free