Spill

It sticks in my heart and it hurts
You prick and you poke it it burns
If I slip then I'm fallin
From the clouds cause I'm ballin
Cut my grass yeah I'm stuck between ferns
Use a scope with a bevel I learn
Scooby snacks, wit the shaggy clique
Purple slacks cause I'm spilling it

Slow potion
Slow potion
Slow, slow
Who else could it be but the Aeon
Through with the beat and the pen and the paper
Pay for the bank, hay for the maker
Say what I say hands together in the pray form
I see who you are
Is the mic on lease I can least give a bar
I'ma beast on the beast side
Come and see me if you need me
Two T's, Three P, breathing
It makes for unique schemes
Aeons elevator writing page long nomenclature
And isn't it fun I frolic in sun
Nude as fuck spitting lyrics
Over cherubs playing harp cords
Its an art form
Like a hole-in-one on a par 4
Wit no golf club from car in the parking lot
Wit an odd score
It's weird



Credits
Writer(s): Branden Carter
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