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The Chillest
- I adore the Lord, but at times I adore me more
- I love the wind and I’d die for it for sure
- I’d ride with it til I’m dead and floored
- No love for no breeze, therefore I’m loyal
- Cuz I would never cheat on this mystique that it stores
- I’m just about to cry as my pores grow wide
- My side is full of tears that form whole tides
- If I lose this wind I can’t settle for a zephyr
- Might as well kill me and my messenger
- Is anybody as ill as me? I’m tryna find who sicker
- So my picture can be drilled into a mind of the iller
- Peace to the Lord, but at the same time, it’s all about me
- And what I need to complete
- So when the fans wave or the hands try to compete
- I’ll never abort your side, I’ll stride til they Kunta my two feet
- The chillest poet, what
- The chillest poet, what
- The chillest poet, what
- The chillest poet, what
- Oh God hear my symphony
- And forgive my soul’s young history as
- The chillest poet, what
- The chillest poet, what
- The chillest poet, what
- The chillest poet, what
- And so then we blow, the Trinity: Her, and I, cane
- No forecaster can’t ever try to push her frame
- I’ll walk with her in flames as if she’s my to claim
- And as we grow old and she becomes what I need to survive
- She’d cry just so I can drink the tears from her eyes
- And if I needed to eat, she’d steal for my appetite
- Put herself in danger to make me feel half alright
- Her cold sways fill up my smiles today
- If she didn’t cross me, I’d prolly be on a cross, G
- Crucified like my Christ, trolly across the seas
- So I can pull out the finest fish and weeds
- To serve to my queen, my woman in peace
- My piece to everlasting life in this rap scene
- She says “we got too much obsession with the heat”
- Don’t they know I cool them down when I speak
- But they only recognize me in the winter and it freeze
- The chillest poet, what
- The chillest poet, what
- The chillest poet, what
- The chillest poet, what
- Oh God hear my symphony
- And forgive my soul’s young history as
- The chillest poet, what
- The chillest poet, what
- The chillest poet, what
- The chillest poet, what
- Come, these are my tales of my life
- A Holy Grail sight running through the pipes
- Through gutted walls my love crawls
- TIL one day she made me bawl
- She didn’t respond back to my call
- And told me on a note she sent last week
- “There’s more fish in the sea, don’t choose me”
- And she disappeared on me, left me weak
- When the breeze told me she took her life to see the gates
- I did the same cuz I couldn’t last another day
- Tragedy like this was written by Shakespeare
- TIL God’s angel stopped me with its great spear
- And said I’ve done too many sins to live with her in here
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