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