Buddah MAC
01-29-07, 01:46 AM
gonna live forever just to prove the world wrong
follow in my footsteps first toe on your girl's lawn
sawing off my digits to **** the earth eternally
birthed billions but kept it tight to only need 2 fingers b
Stringer B'd an artform to standard buisness models
caught the residue on lyrics numbing up the spirit
fear it as it's fear itself of stepping outside comfort
but to ensure a future is what the people cum for
concieve thought, brought to term, delivered
audience adopted and, then, cuz I'm a giver
even more babymaking, forsaking the awaken
faded dreams taken and scatter skies making
sons illuminate them fully, allow instincts to pull me
so I lose culpability if in the wrong but you'll see
it ain't on my cartography, and I mapped existence out
walked hell, and then heaven made my blisters doubt
they ever appeared, I sear flesh of all in earshot
since my peers appear not to exist mirrors copped
to keep the edge competitive, all I've regretted is
instead of building on it, I just let it live
tired eyes parched for promise coming cross them
strain to see directionless claiming they're lost ones
never had a path to diverge from, the surge comes
and sand mansions, sea and shore all merge then
buckle basins into cliffs off stray basslines
got to know the ledge before you retrace flying
by falling further than your lying highs hint at
call this a drop as it's all about the impact
follow in my footsteps first toe on your girl's lawn
sawing off my digits to **** the earth eternally
birthed billions but kept it tight to only need 2 fingers b
Stringer B'd an artform to standard buisness models
caught the residue on lyrics numbing up the spirit
fear it as it's fear itself of stepping outside comfort
but to ensure a future is what the people cum for
concieve thought, brought to term, delivered
audience adopted and, then, cuz I'm a giver
even more babymaking, forsaking the awaken
faded dreams taken and scatter skies making
sons illuminate them fully, allow instincts to pull me
so I lose culpability if in the wrong but you'll see
it ain't on my cartography, and I mapped existence out
walked hell, and then heaven made my blisters doubt
they ever appeared, I sear flesh of all in earshot
since my peers appear not to exist mirrors copped
to keep the edge competitive, all I've regretted is
instead of building on it, I just let it live
tired eyes parched for promise coming cross them
strain to see directionless claiming they're lost ones
never had a path to diverge from, the surge comes
and sand mansions, sea and shore all merge then
buckle basins into cliffs off stray basslines
got to know the ledge before you retrace flying
by falling further than your lying highs hint at
call this a drop as it's all about the impact