Moonfire

Headed back to the apple, a return visit
But the urn empty
I ain't got the burn in me
I even turned tipsy
None of me's concerned honey berry singed my nerve endings
None of this confirmed and this the shit I put my word into

Still on the curb but it curve different
Moving on the same urges that got auntie home burst into
Still the guy with sutured innards
The sky is in my future sense it cumulonimbus whisper
Accumulate shit I sent for
Assuming they don't hit me

Getting the love I give more and that make my muscles stiffen
Zupa di mussels steaming
Cruise with a couple demons
Lucid enough to be made to look dumb by my allegiance
Cap trapped in my schooling, rap asking for time to spit

Unwinding brain, mind and consciousness
I want her grapevined around my shit the same time her
Countenance decays mine and pounds it in, that's how arousal is
Silence at a premium
Granddaddy still know my name he say it when I dream of him

Forget it when his core is solid that ain't where the meaning is
Folks just got too old and I was way too young to see it then
I just hope this shit reaches him
It hurts not to believe in shit when all you need's belief and shit

I said it's hard not to believe in
Shit when all you need's belief and shit
Serving back n' forth with Venus tryna stay serene, admit
I'm nervous racket borne with
Lesions slipping through the sleekest grip
Can't wait until my raps is more than stashes for my secrets

I can't wait till my casanova complex bring me peace
I can't wait until this master rapping finally reap some decent ends
Got a degree in hearing 'where do the secrets end?'
Gotta appease appearances, spirit been leaning in this rap shit
I kneel to it, annealed in my attachment
My craft is a crap-shoot

I bask 'cause I'm a natural
I clash with my antagonist
I laugh, they think this battle's new
I had failed off what I had to see
Got the fuck up
Brush my self off, cursing gravity
Burning rubber to preserve my burnt anatomy

My house a thousand miles for me, I never felt more at home
Until today I never felt overgrown
The second step is to accept that shit ain't goin wrong
These niggas wilted, Mavi never stopped growing homes
Stopped growing
Let the sun talk

It's like
Nigga the thing about "let the sun talk"
Is nigga
You don't let the sun do nothing
The sun gon' come up
The sun gon' do what the fuck it do
And you gon' muhfuckin
You might see that shit, you might not
But you definitely gon' feel that shit
And you gon' miss that muhfucker when it's gone