P.H. Fat - Egodeth lyrics

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 miniscule 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 painself, 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 villian 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 aslong 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.