William Willson - Self Titiled lyrics

Still trapped in some sort of apparatus. I shoot high like Nowitzki of the Dallas Mavericks. I've sipped the whisky and can tell you that it was tragic. Vacation's over yet I still carry loose baggage. A king of few, what exactly is that supposed to be? My Ora's blue, I thought it was red that I'm supposed to bleed? It's about 4:02, don't worry, I'm not focused on the boastfully. I've got boats for lease, at least that's if you can cope with me. Hopefully I don't become too hopelessly, lost in this photo piece. A photo please. Is all I really ask from thee, I'll shake your knees, take your keys, and when I'm done there will be no vacancies. This is far from a masterpiece, but Master please, I actually receive less pa**ion from a pack of B's. This hornet's nest is so unrest, but what should I do? Keep scheming so obscene until I reach arrest? I'm far too blessed to be this distressed, but I confess that life's one major test.