With the Sun

Not part of the cycle like a moron in a prophage
Riding on the beat, with such grace, think I'm Ghostface
Tony starks, not a killa bee but a bug
Smoking up a blunt, at dawn, with the sun

Waiting for the moment that it rises from the mountains
Like a Goron, bathing in a lava hot fountain
Power down the shower, and then my days begun
Morons are extra, thinking they can race with the sun
Scorpion stings, a fiery face, when I blaze
Walking by the restaurants, music getting played
Every morning, torch on me looks like a gun
Stay around the cherry, orbit like a planet with the sun
Tarot cards the same, had a reading and it said
Sun is situational, next the heart bled
Action followed by the outcome tower causing dread
Hope I figure out what it meant with the sun
Shining light of knowledge on me
Hoping it cures this constant ennui
Haven't learned much since I'm stuck in tedium
Living in a cycle, guess I'm akin with the sun

Not part of the cycle like a moron in a prophage
Riding on the beat, with such grace, think I'm ghostface
Tony starks, not a killa bee but a bug
Smoking up a blunt, at dusk, with the sun

I might cry with the moon, but I thrive in the sun
Might sleep with the moon, but I rise with the sun
Approaching judgement, coming close to that 21
So most likely imma die with the sun

Not part of the cycle like a moron in a prophage
Riding on the beat, with such grace, think I'm ghostface
Tony starks, not a killa bee but a bug
Smoking up a blunt, at dusk, with the sun



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Writer(s): Justin Allen
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