Too much of a prospect
Living way too fast I burned bridges I haven't crossed yet
Say I'm far fetched
Far from a bleek bar step
Though I'm inebriated, haven't teed any cars yet
Laser Jets, swoop and as my arms sweat
I'm laboring and labeling the Fugees as minor threats
So you comprehend the magnitude of my far stretch
Finger f** celestial, wrestle with many stars yet
A floor below resultant of a resurrection
Boy's he menace
Broomstick to the ceiling, that's a noisy tenant
Tend to dread em, tend to black em out
And any other pigments
Any other figments slap in mouth for discrediting vision
Liquor sparking while I'm listening to Richard Dawking
Risk, is to flip the script of flipping scriptures
Embalming
You never get me outta here never get me outta here
That's my loudest fear and it screams
Ten layers in my dreams
I've been jousting preditorial
Glares and it seems..
Like I've been jousting right towards them cipher scored
No it's not my type of war
Fight or fight it's either or until I reach them hype end tours
Creep in my cerebrial side
WHere the eerie reside
Between you and I
I'm so sporadic
I never leave like broken habits
I'm like focus damnit
Cons and pros dethrone us and it's
Back to the fact I want Prada more than a Bachelor's
With the pedaled bath tub with the poisonous moaning laughter
From the woman I adore but I scorn her the morning after