Big-J Eyezen - Moonlake lyrics

Verse 1 Fishing for real, I reel in lines uniting sublime so one soul writes I feel this blessing luminesence breathing from the night Sun rayz overtly allright but moon crescent smiles pure light Fun I gaze whats over my sight stars blooming so bright Sight dust off the midnight mirror that is my reflection Might these crickets hum and bats screech at daily's deception The cold daze of the maze of the day Is warmed up by the eternal nocturnal thermal The conjoinment eve, evening brings the other half of day up to pop like kernel That time slot when poets pop open journals to pop off at these colonels Enchanting right time night time rhyme right write rhyme verbals While going over your bars overlook the stars and see bars star in them You might catch a rarely planetary granite fairy gem (jem) Like phlegm spit on microphone toppicle meteor showers Opticles see cosmic movements starts while media showers scour I'll get back to gravity's power, signal shifts during these lonely nightly hours Chorus- Golden glove like caught galleries of goddessness in her each and every glare This angel danced and spared the most blissful of the beat snares Sacred spirit with a scent of strawberry hair Its only very fair how how my insides would readily flair At the thought of us as a steadily pair In itself would take me far away from any despair Verse 2 Big heart screamed yo Big-J let me out In the meantime hear me shout Your vessels decomposing Your love fell into a comatose fling Affectionate overdose thing Now it's stream has OD frozen No other one half exist for you chosen Drop the L-4 letter fallacy Your wasting time gullibly questing this galaxy for she When your not the he, shoulda journeyed lightly Im done attacked now the gurneys here to slight me Foolish orator too late for the defribrillator Though you just wanted to use me unconditionally Effects worked counter medicinally I've been destroyed and of your greatest power you are now devoid Emotionless motion where i once stood now a droid Like hallowed wood stripped bare forest uprooted trust polluted So she dont have to stand no more stupid antics of a frantic romantic freely styled in iron tantrics Chorus- Golden glove like caught galleries of godliness in her each and every glare This angel danced and spared the most blissful of the beat snares Sacred spirit with a scent of strawberry hair It's only very fair my insides would readily flair At the thought of us as a steadily pair In itself would take me far away from any despair