Paris verse
• Written by cypher_era
I’ve been trying to immerse myself in the way that it feels when I say I ain’t thinking bout you
Victim of a curse long held when it don’t go well I deny it was real and true
Fly to the apex, fell to the floor like job but you know when the girl left you
Certain to lose one way to express idea cause it tends to unfurl dead wounds
Known to retract in my own red room
Circle of life but I’m no baboon
In service of pride I swoon, her burgundy eyes so cruel
Jerk to Chicago blues
Burgeoning romance appears to be owed to the moment I said that I dug those moves
Anchor your worth in your self to external persons and tell me that love ain’t cruel
