Cycling
Tomfoolery heating up round my centrifuge
Living out the news, in the nude, enter views
From the outspoken, we outside proving whos who
Was only you and her mouth wide
Fusion in past lives, enter the mad mind of a diety
Hands-on dreaming why you niggas never seeing me
I'm nothing like no man, only plan when it's vital
Free, fleeing folly is a fucking snitch lone survivor in the seam lay low, via stitch
Leave an ocean in my bitch when I bleed niggas free base my genes
Only save face, hoes never save fiends had a glow
They was like no, maybe Maybelline
Guess I pay for things bought in ignorance my brilliance, most expensivest
Exotic strain through the ignorance of modern age
Militant minded spinning my catalog
Binging vagina in all these monologues kinda semen
When I be selling, they rip the condom off
Cycle, cycle
Feeling like a psycho
Feeling like a Psych
Crazy cause the trauma never honored
I'm a product of babies and they mamas mamas who ain't raise em honest
Probably things repeat until you need to think enough to snuff the weed
On them uppers or other crutches for free dumb niggas want a thing
From that lung living, world venture
Look smoking and girlie known to pearl wisdom
Started back when I was young and loved women who sung
While they was mixing my drugs, it burnt different
Couldn't lift my eyelids, stuck in love with a virus
Skin and bones, still living wrong it wasn't right then
Living out the news, in the nude, enter views
From the outspoken, we outside proving whos who
Was only you and her mouth wide
Fusion in past lives, enter the mad mind of a diety
Hands-on dreaming why you niggas never seeing me
I'm nothing like no man, only plan when it's vital
Free, fleeing folly is a fucking snitch lone survivor in the seam lay low, via stitch
Leave an ocean in my bitch when I bleed niggas free base my genes
Only save face, hoes never save fiends had a glow
They was like no, maybe Maybelline
Guess I pay for things bought in ignorance my brilliance, most expensivest
Exotic strain through the ignorance of modern age
Militant minded spinning my catalog
Binging vagina in all these monologues kinda semen
When I be selling, they rip the condom off
Cycle, cycle
Feeling like a psycho
Feeling like a Psych
Crazy cause the trauma never honored
I'm a product of babies and they mamas mamas who ain't raise em honest
Probably things repeat until you need to think enough to snuff the weed
On them uppers or other crutches for free dumb niggas want a thing
From that lung living, world venture
Look smoking and girlie known to pearl wisdom
Started back when I was young and loved women who sung
While they was mixing my drugs, it burnt different
Couldn't lift my eyelids, stuck in love with a virus
Skin and bones, still living wrong it wasn't right then
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Writer(s): Wesley Simmons
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