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