plasticANGEL
Yo this isn't a pen, this is a trumpet
Man that's not a trumpet
That's a drug I need to live
Man thats not a drug
That's an onion- look at the layers
Dear Imaginer, Its me
Loop that LOE i beat, put your fingerprints all up my body
Speak your truth, no cap or carbon copy
I'm make your raps strokes of genius
Those with ears to hear, they'll be crying Jesus!
Spirit of Matthew, mark and Luke in me
Sapphire and rubies, divine looting,
Verbal jewelry, I'll make em all see the Goddess in you
I'm Fire food
I unfreeze the creative juice
I help you concentrate. set me gently on the sheet
I'll manifest you deepest dreams, Ooooh wee
The ecstasy of our monogamy
I channel your energy and I make you modestly cocky
I give you smooth sailing, when the drums are choppy
Rock with me, I make you Rocky
But no punchlines bra, just pure butter
Can I get an amen?
That's My pal, My pen
My plastic angel is saying
Anything you dream I ink it up
Anything you think I ink it up
That's my pen, that's my pal
My plastic angel says now
Anything you love I ink it up
Anytime your stuck I ink it up
Yeah lemme tell you about this sexy thing
Kind of a conduit to my mind - it's like she knows everything
Hold her tight in this hand of mine on the right side as I write rhymes
And design different dimensions defying your sight lines
Or anything you ever held within em
She mighty fine - elegant and slender, filled with venom
My ills I'm pennin em
Similar to gettin' an enema for the mental
Menage a trois with her and the paper often essential
Can you match my mastery craftiness?
Offer credentials
Although I tend to be gentle strokin, she flows torrential
And opens up flood gates - cutting deep and showing demons
That's surfing my blood plates
My plastic angel
She helps reveal em and if not kill em, deal with em somehow
If it weren't for her vessel, it's no question I'm done now
Her rescue was punctual
Picked her up and as a function was putting the gun down
That's My pal, My pen
My plastic angel is saying
Anything you dream I ink it up
Anything you think I ink it up
That's my pen, that's my pal
My plastic angel says now
Anything you love I ink it up
Anytime your stuck I ink it up
These is looking like the ball point blues
Getting picked up and used, point down
Erratic lifestyle was just all I knew
Do you recall these truths
Codependency by the stroke
As you'd draw your muse
You never bled like I would bleed for you
I brought black line to white pages
I am beetle juice
Don't say my name now
Write it out, make it tangible
The ink of our commitment disappeared
I feel so invisible now
Incrementally we've grown apart
The exile in which I now reside
The pain like ripping bone apart
I am no Joan of Arc
But I burn with the fire of vulnerability
Feeling empty, feeling drained
Nothing really left in me
What's a life when you have say so
But they banking on your pay load- Ayo
That's My pal, My pen
My plastic angel is saying
Anything you dream I ink it up
Anything you think I ink it up
That's my pen, that's my pal
My plastic angel says now
Anything you love I ink it up
Anytime your stuck I ink it up
Thats not an onion look at the layers
Thats a straight up plastic angel from the higher octave planes of existence
Man that's not a trumpet
That's a drug I need to live
Man thats not a drug
That's an onion- look at the layers
Dear Imaginer, Its me
Loop that LOE i beat, put your fingerprints all up my body
Speak your truth, no cap or carbon copy
I'm make your raps strokes of genius
Those with ears to hear, they'll be crying Jesus!
Spirit of Matthew, mark and Luke in me
Sapphire and rubies, divine looting,
Verbal jewelry, I'll make em all see the Goddess in you
I'm Fire food
I unfreeze the creative juice
I help you concentrate. set me gently on the sheet
I'll manifest you deepest dreams, Ooooh wee
The ecstasy of our monogamy
I channel your energy and I make you modestly cocky
I give you smooth sailing, when the drums are choppy
Rock with me, I make you Rocky
But no punchlines bra, just pure butter
Can I get an amen?
That's My pal, My pen
My plastic angel is saying
Anything you dream I ink it up
Anything you think I ink it up
That's my pen, that's my pal
My plastic angel says now
Anything you love I ink it up
Anytime your stuck I ink it up
Yeah lemme tell you about this sexy thing
Kind of a conduit to my mind - it's like she knows everything
Hold her tight in this hand of mine on the right side as I write rhymes
And design different dimensions defying your sight lines
Or anything you ever held within em
She mighty fine - elegant and slender, filled with venom
My ills I'm pennin em
Similar to gettin' an enema for the mental
Menage a trois with her and the paper often essential
Can you match my mastery craftiness?
Offer credentials
Although I tend to be gentle strokin, she flows torrential
And opens up flood gates - cutting deep and showing demons
That's surfing my blood plates
My plastic angel
She helps reveal em and if not kill em, deal with em somehow
If it weren't for her vessel, it's no question I'm done now
Her rescue was punctual
Picked her up and as a function was putting the gun down
That's My pal, My pen
My plastic angel is saying
Anything you dream I ink it up
Anything you think I ink it up
That's my pen, that's my pal
My plastic angel says now
Anything you love I ink it up
Anytime your stuck I ink it up
These is looking like the ball point blues
Getting picked up and used, point down
Erratic lifestyle was just all I knew
Do you recall these truths
Codependency by the stroke
As you'd draw your muse
You never bled like I would bleed for you
I brought black line to white pages
I am beetle juice
Don't say my name now
Write it out, make it tangible
The ink of our commitment disappeared
I feel so invisible now
Incrementally we've grown apart
The exile in which I now reside
The pain like ripping bone apart
I am no Joan of Arc
But I burn with the fire of vulnerability
Feeling empty, feeling drained
Nothing really left in me
What's a life when you have say so
But they banking on your pay load- Ayo
That's My pal, My pen
My plastic angel is saying
Anything you dream I ink it up
Anything you think I ink it up
That's my pen, that's my pal
My plastic angel says now
Anything you love I ink it up
Anytime your stuck I ink it up
Thats not an onion look at the layers
Thats a straight up plastic angel from the higher octave planes of existence
Credits
Writer(s): Elliot Taylor
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