I take my time getting lost in these dry wall mazes
Now I know every patron on a first name basis
We caught this fever and it feels contagious
When these halls get crowded
And no rooms stay vacant
No rich no vagrants
No hesitation
We’re just here and we’re living for the next sensation
I sit back like a fly on the wall,
It makes it easier to focus on my own fixation
One part naïve
One part narcissistic
We all seem to think youth is meant for mischief
The girls want to swoon and pretend to be lovesick
The boys choose their lovers by the shade of their lipstick and
Every word was laced with a kiss but
Every kiss was laced with remiss of
Another piece we’re not sure exists
Every time we get close it feels like we missed it
There was a time it was good now it’s broken
Ghost’s walking round the house like they own it
Got demons pacing up and down the hall
So I live this live this night like it’s my last
I’m bound to fall
Another night cap
Another pagan evening cause we
Need a moment that feels worth repeating
We save hindsight for the morning after
Cause we only recollect what the camera captures
Post disaster, or post success
I think it’s just another notch on the post at best
Got a dashboard confession, get it off my chest
I saw him boast to the mirrors and they seemed impressed
“Yea, these kids these days, they just want praise”
Its reckless ambition and it won’t be phased
Now it gets a little old when we hear them say
“You need a little self respect and a job that pays”
Hush that nonsense, and save that lesson
We’re never gonna settle for less than perfection
I’m much more concerned with my first impression
While I’m watching for her blush through a pale complexion
(DNA)
Yo imma rise up,
I'm a stand as the man
That steps to the scene looking like a hundred grand,
Hold the world in my hand, palm it
Present it as gift, say what, it’s yours!
I’m the jam in the park, the beast after dark,
That sweat on your neck when the heat about to spark
I'm the Mack, you stick yourself when mishandling my darts,
This here is Shakespeare you just go and play your part
The lethalist of weapons
I walk with Sasquatch, ain't no time for half steppin,
When its time to go to war, call my team of seasoned veterans
My birds by the flock, keep them at my call and beckon
You stay messing with them chickens, an eight piece bucket, two sides, and a biscuit
One out of four’s a bad chick; the rest is leftovers left in the back of fridges
Doggie bags for yall bitches...
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