The Sores Of Perception
• Written by willybobo
The sun is on my skin
Hot but feelin hype kid
It’s interning my pours
And I feel the doors
Of perception opening up
Let’s do some Yoga and fuck
Got a lungs of a duck
You got the lips of one
Haha stop making that face
For the insta girl
This is our day I declare it our world
We got the beats valuable as pearls
Flammable to earth
Is what my bars are
Piece by piece I blow you out of your seat
As you greet the neat breeze and float on on on…
Why?
Dunno Why?
But why not?
But why not?
Before we rot
Let’s take our shot
You are a God
And so am I
And my drawers
Are clean, damn guy
The sun is on my skin
Hot but feelin hype kid
It’s interning my pours
And I feel the doors
Of perception opening up
Let’s skinnidip
And when our music hits
Let’s never fade
Like fucking Jade
Crystals, riddles
little signals from heaven
To let you know
Your souls out chapter 11
Just don’t be unpleasant
Remember everyone here has there past
To ascend but there shows are cement
I lament, they can’t all be saved,
But me and you are fonnna ride this wave
This Vibe, and feel the pain another day….
Let’s heal the world
For real and swirl
And twirl to symphonies
From sea to sea
From east to peace
I mean
Do you want a piece of me?
We create epiphanies
From the Buddha to a Gypsy,
To Jesus to Vishnu, to wherever the million souls go
When I put my sperm into tissues
You got me in checkmate
Because you had me at hello
Now I am blushing and my legs
Feel like jello. I’m just a pawn
A rook and my dawn is this book
While you yawn just get shook
Feds look for guys like me I’m the best you see
I’m the new Kanye west you see
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willybobo
Member since September 29 2022