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.