Just Ask Me
I'll be the safe for your secrets, holding keys of the ocean
Say the word and I'll change the tide, you put the will inside
As the moon cycles full to new, consider my soul the skin of your cocoon
Your first flight you will survive, when you know I am your ground
Just ask me, I swear I will
I'll be safe with all your secrets; I'll hold them as long as my heart beats
You are the matches and I am the fluids, leading souls to flame
What you inspire is the fire that would consume the world
Heat intensity, ten thousand degrees, we burn for all it's worth
Just ask me, I swear I will
And as you and I melt into each other's entity, hearts and souls all one like with the universe
And as we tryst to profess the truth this is, flying on the wing tips of its beauty
I'm sure some motherfuckers be all up in our grill and just to spit their ill will
So I break out 9's and knifes, string out their insides, burn their families alive and bleed them fucking dry
Fuck the metaphorical similes, I'm going to spit in styled delivery so they know the fuck I'm saying
Speak a word of offense or cross my path and I swear to God I'm sending your ass packing fucking express
I won't take the bullshit, or deal with their dim witted dullness, I'll express myself how I want in open forum
This is for real. I am for real. God help me I will
Just ask me, I will
Say the word and I'll change the tide, you put the will inside
As the moon cycles full to new, consider my soul the skin of your cocoon
Your first flight you will survive, when you know I am your ground
Just ask me, I swear I will
I'll be safe with all your secrets; I'll hold them as long as my heart beats
You are the matches and I am the fluids, leading souls to flame
What you inspire is the fire that would consume the world
Heat intensity, ten thousand degrees, we burn for all it's worth
Just ask me, I swear I will
And as you and I melt into each other's entity, hearts and souls all one like with the universe
And as we tryst to profess the truth this is, flying on the wing tips of its beauty
I'm sure some motherfuckers be all up in our grill and just to spit their ill will
So I break out 9's and knifes, string out their insides, burn their families alive and bleed them fucking dry
Fuck the metaphorical similes, I'm going to spit in styled delivery so they know the fuck I'm saying
Speak a word of offense or cross my path and I swear to God I'm sending your ass packing fucking express
I won't take the bullshit, or deal with their dim witted dullness, I'll express myself how I want in open forum
This is for real. I am for real. God help me I will
Just ask me, I will
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Writer(s): Thomas Mayo
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