On the bus, ignoring everyone and listening to (Bria's Interlude, damn this) new Drake album is hot too, thinking...Thinking.
"All I wanna do is give u all of me now, are u ready, are u ready?" Damn this bus is moving fast, fast like the thoughts in my head, like the one that says stop now, that beer has u a lil tispy, u know u don't drink like that anymore, and the words ur typing are pure id...ego frustration.
But...but you have a lot to spill...Lookin out of the window makes u dizzy..."u look nice and ur frame makes me wanna bowl a strike, well alright, yes I might, know what fuck it yes I will, I am more than what u bargained for and nothin less than real, put it to u like...it's ok it's ok it's ok..." ("Uptown")...
I'm on, on, on and now there's no stoppin, no offin' like invincible mafia, made made made to set it up. Oh shit, the beat's got me in rap mode, head boppin lines droppin thoughts woppin, I mean whippin the hell out of me like massas afraid of spiritual rituals...what was that?
I don't even know now,what started out a story is turnin into a jumble of synaptical cyanide, killin the original intentions flowers in the attic style...V, C an' if I drew a picture of the constant sibling rivalry of sister thoughts, it'd look like, like question marks. Detective setting engaged; decipher my meaning, cuz it keeps hiding from myself and maybe some mysteries are better left cold cases, but here's some clarity, spiritual care-ity: if u need me, I'm here.
~Enev Be~
1 comment:
that new album is madnesss! he's killin it! i can't wait for him to come out with his actual cd!
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