Flower Print

O-o-ok, got the floral print on my fucking sheets
Got the blacktop in my fucking knees

All these bitches try to talk to me
But their words don't have no fluency or artistry
Sounds like a motherfucking bee
Buzz, Buzz
That's what it sounds like when you talk homie
But you ain't even pollinate the flowers, see
You ain't even got a passion, please
You ain't even really living, tree
You conversating without meaning
Watch time tick season to season
I'm eating in the evening
Got your baby screaming
Livin out my dreams and
Bragging without reason
Meaning I'm achieving, ha!
Call me a fucking heathen?
Shit, ok well-
Sapere aude then we can call it even
Call it even, uh

Stick the key in Hear it purr
Never travel in reverse
I don't use weapons
I'll murk you with my words, free verse
Hmmmm, what's the catch? I'm cursed? Berzerk?
What's the price of life? Shit, go ask the clerk!
Name tag says Lucifer
Yeah, I got strife but who don't?
At least I know I'm not alone
We're just hurtling through space on an energetic dome
Ayo, she so in awe, gasping
Know that I'm not cappin' (I swear)
Mentally I'm strong, emotionally collapsing
Still advancing though, overcoming my phantoms, hoe
Ghostbusting, breaking free, I'm not paying a ransom, no
That's just something about me, I do not exist to please
I'm not begging on my knees, What's meant to be will be
The rest is fate, don't believe in mistakes
I'm just tryna make some songs that they don't know the meaning
Until they go look on genius
The allegories leave you speechless
Know a lot of pain, see it as a muse
See a lot of vice, I'm just tryna find the truth
I refuse to be a multiple of two
Don't know bout' you
I'm empathizing with all different points of views
Reading social cues
Wearing cool ass shoes
Curing all my blues
Now I'm making moves

Writing poetry
They love to call it crazy, crazy!
Try to break the silence so I sing like a canary
Try to break free of cages they place
Because I got ovaries, ain't it scary
Minds are closed like Kash N Karry, Karry (Ay)
Y'all won't listen til' I'm buried
You don't know if you love me, or hate me
Vision getting hazy, mainly reside in the matrix
Never complacent, I swear!
I'm facing my demons, even if it slays me
Basically, what I'm saying is imma go hard til' I vomit
You can't tell me that it's wrong, it's
Really fine, cuz I'm flying, even when it feels like dying
But I love it though, I'm learning how to cope

Man I swear this shit will never get old, ah never get old
I swear this shit will never get old, ah never get old
I swear this shit will never get old, never get old

Ok, face on blacktop muffling my screams
Got the sheets, flower print asphyxiating me can't breath