impermanence

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you sucked me in like a ghost inhale
to no avail, my heart's dead and gone
nowadays my soul is frail
its tragic when the hero don't prevail
I'm on a slippery slope like a glowing veil
of snow on a ski slope, my hope's assailed
fuck the goals I don't fulfill
at least it ain't cold in hell
the exhale of ya moans fill my bones with chills
it's hard to deal when loaded cards are dealt
but i discarded feelings, devoted hearts were killed
im on to larger winnings and candy-coated girls
but i love it when those toes curl
and i love it when the tongue swirls
i'm abducted into yo world
 
moment of silence for the lost souls of isis
i might blooow up if i don't begin to write this
you might throoow up if you hiiigh-pitch on my dick
i'm psychic, i wore the amethyst and knew you liked it
me and you are such a tight fit
but you could never see how far my sight went
impermanence in all, that's what i get
but i'm determined to evolve, my resolve is so strong
you were wrong to prolong this fireball, i'm on one
now i'm on two the avenue for revenue
salary gone 'fore i even get the interview
finally it's dawned on me that my dreams are soon in view
them: "but you got a lot of work to do"
me: "if you love it ain't workin' dude"
 
slow drag off the zig zag.. i'm lagging
no strings attached but she can't detach.. that baggage
she addicted to my dick but it's.. just acting
they can switch quick and leave you wit a face looking like, shit.. what happened
first it was you and me, then it was you and them
i can't believe i got fooled again
you gone make me run up in yo crib like i'm a hooligan
who's on the news at 10?
just another useless shooting from a loser
his refusal to be neutral was a clue
that no amusal was achieved and you can believe
that he wouldn't ever be used like a tool again
 
shit, this stress is no good for me
i gotta hit up my nigga and get him to drop off that good for me
put the backwoods in the forge homie
evil's afoot, the bud warned me
my new outlook?
get more money
not talkin bout nickels and dimes
like oil offshore money
i wish i could go back in time
and pay momma storage money

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SovRyn
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