It costs a lot to live free
About as Aloof as the bottom of the sea
At times it's just me, I was raised to find peace
I guess my mind needs like,
Like little tide in the Spring
And now I'm lucid I reside in my dreams
And the stars in what I mean is I fall apart at the seams
And at times it's still seamless, you just seem less
And you don't get how big the picture is so relax
So many woes I must have made bags
If you reap what you sow cause I got us a curret and all the ugly
on me got me walking as the purist
Take a journey to the sunken place to see what the allure is
I might get stuck and like a sacrificial lamb I'm in the cut
Philosophically like the back of hen I know my stuff
Built from Socrates I stand like the sand in my chucks from the BJ couple months back
And my life went pretty sweet when giving fucks past
You feel the bunk air?
I wrote this on the comment section from some flare
And so it's kind of ominous the oppovous came from here
It's more the opposite my opt has been infused with that of God's and my words may
Leave you in awes confused or at odds,
I just want you out of oz.
Fuck it.
The only person to me sober is my drug dealer
And my momma
About as Aloof as the bottom of the sea
At times it's just me, I was raised to find peace
I guess my mind needs like,
Like little tide in the Spring
And now I'm lucid I reside in my dreams
And the stars in what I mean is I fall apart at the seams
And at times it's still seamless, you just seem less
And you don't get how big the picture is so relax
So many woes I must have made bags
If you reap what you sow cause I got us a curret and all the ugly
on me got me walking as the purist
Take a journey to the sunken place to see what the allure is
I might get stuck and like a sacrificial lamb I'm in the cut
Philosophically like the back of hen I know my stuff
Built from Socrates I stand like the sand in my chucks from the BJ couple months back
And my life went pretty sweet when giving fucks past
You feel the bunk air?
I wrote this on the comment section from some flare
And so it's kind of ominous the oppovous came from here
It's more the opposite my opt has been infused with that of God's and my words may
Leave you in awes confused or at odds,
I just want you out of oz.
Fuck it.
The only person to me sober is my drug dealer
And my momma
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