paroles de chanson RUDIMENTARY RULES OF ERADICATION - 4ria

Two a days
Make a new tune in the mood that I'm based
Nothing to do, but to prove I'm great
People only start to believe in you when your views inflate
Skeptical and critical when you're grinding, which proves they're fake
Skip the bullshit, don't let their voices ever get in my way
Integrate hours of writing
Recite through the interface
And in the wake of fighting demons, heathens
Seasons wipe away pieces
Precious, bright as days on beaches
Be sick, treat this like routine bitch
Don't recycle greats
Need this, I desire great allegiance
I have just been in a league of my own, so just leave me alone
Thoughts that are leaking do not ever grieve my dome
Easy to be so deceiving and greedy hoe
Egregious though as a secret that seems composed of no reason like people hold
A peak into minds of the weakest souls
I seem bestowed on the eve I boast about dreams I coast
See the key or the code to upheaval is evil
You'll see though once I just get the green as thick as Cee-Lo
I don't mean green like Mojito, more green like De Niro
They stroking my ego, I'm stroking your bitch's cerebral
Serene, but it's lethal
I like candy and candy flipping
Like candy paint, get candid with ya
I'm a good candidate for these grand decisions
Can't you listen for one minute
Came a long way, I cannot accommodate to anyone
Let alone concentrate
Some conversations conjure fakeness to fade in
I'm fond of spaces
Advocate privacy, I'd be too calm to break this
Common denominator bonds these solemn haters
Fuck a bottom feeder, problem breeder in between these mocked demeanors
Elevate levels, I'd rather live hella enveloped in spells than angelic
I'm selfish as hell
Psychedelics impel my cells stealth, I'm developed
I sell this propellant like relics
I tell it just like how it is and you felt it
I felt sick like Celtic sea sick
I'm about to be lit, see I'm bound to be shit
Sounds that we spit may surround all these hits
I do not give a fuck what you think
Actually, that is a lie
Act like I cannot oblige like Mary J. Blige
See, I am not gonna cry
Pride is so picky, deprived
Stop it bitch, I'm divine
Pot to piss in 'till dry
Try to listen to lines
Life's a figment of minds
I am different this time
I am a victim of highs
Giving me false sense of well being
Sit here and spell feelings out on these pages like Heaven and Hell sneaking out of their cages
I'm out of my cranium, crowded by faces like I'm in a stadium
Feel the depths of their rage, but I'm not paying them
Playing them games, but you're lame and dumb
Same as some haters and hazy bums
What's on the prospect, once I could top this with some new content to pop this
Agenda, not gentle
I'm just a degenerate
Better yet, ladies and gentlemen and all the genders that's separate
Render my senses, incentives and sentiments
Into a semblance of symbols and testaments
Yet again, let 'em in
They left me stitches like letterman's
With lead, I blend rhythms and visions for specimens
Sensitive veterans test again
All on the daily, my regimen
Rhetoric is fucking reckless
Check, check
Never listen to rude abusers
Change up the tunes, I'm intrusive
No truces
As futile as stupid ass school kids on the stoop with a cool clique
Not a clue that could glue wit
Lit a fuse with the new shit
I feel blue like a bruised fist
I refuse to assume this is nothing, but a pipe dream
I might seem like a motherfucking mic fiend
On the path to invite streams like a river enticing
Sometimes I feel like Kanye and Zak's my Mike Dean
I might be

Losing a screw or two
I've paid my dues
I'll make the move (I might be!)
I might be
Losing a screw or two
I've paid my dues
I'll make the move (I might be!)
I might be
Losing a screw or two
I've paid my dues
I'll make the move (I might be!)
I might be
Losing a screw or two
I've paid my dues
I'll make the move (I might be!)