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[V1 - NATTI]
Poor me, pour me a shot of patron
cigarillo or bordello I just gotta be blown
in a silicone zone where titties are grown
and sessions in the recession where fifties are thrown
rose petals, pedaled within cities of stone
reefer and liquor dance, my chemical romance
my pitiful cold hands
that ache to be warm
like a tux with gold cuffs that waits to be worn
nowadays
loves in the haze of a flashback
those that invest deeply need be gettinâ they cash back
being in lust with love, feels so dreamy
till itâs shattered in beautiful pieces scattered beneath me
i still chase it, you gotta believe me
I just donât think itâs as instant as an instance on tv
we try to close the distance but persistence ainât easy
thereâs a ribbon in the sky if you listen to Stevie
problem is, my arms canât reach that far
or stretch that high, is it best I fly
with the wings of a goose, mixed with red bull
and a night cap slapped on to keep my head cool
awaken in a state of confusion
dressing quickly to get back to my city
fuckinâ delusion
where I live
where I stay
where I sleep
where I lay
[BRIDGE - DEACON & COURTNEY CAMPBELL]
Iâve seen all the things that pass me by
oh why canât it be real?
I cling to my dreams as I grab the sky
oh why canât it be real?
- Album:
- Oneirology Instrumentals
- Oneirology
- A Piece of Strange
- Dirty Acres
- Southernunderground
- Sloppy Seconds, Volume 1
- Strange Journey, Volume One
- Will Rap for Food Instrumentals
- Sonically Speaking, Volume 39: Februari 2008
- RJD2 Is God
- HVY.15.Sumosonic
- Underground Hip Hop for Dummies, Volume 1
- Loose Ends
- Strange Journey, Volume Two
- Will Rap for Food
- Strange Journey, Volume Three
- Seasons