Good Omens (Interlude)
Lotta knowledge being taught but im not a great listener
Drowning in my flow so i pray to Saint Christopher (amen)
Miss when life was simpler
When i used master all my songs with nothing but a limiter
Runnin from reality, surrounded my perimeters
Wrestle with the universe, i hope i know my finisher (pedigree)
Lyrics are commendable, i never failed literature
Dying on my 9th was in the hospital no visitors
Yeah, need an eighth for an hour of escape
Where the fuck my days— (no way!)
Okay, fair enough
All i do is power puff, blossom like a buttercup
Dont know my other half, just hope she has a bubble butt
Keep it up or give it up, stud
But i'm way too in love
Never mind, watch him do this til he die
Talkin to the mirror see the sadness in his eyes
Feel the madness in his mind, hear the anguish in his lines
Try to get him help but he just vanquish all the time
His language is ferocious (fuck!)
Momma starts to notice
He's losing all his focus, but fuck it, he's a poet
The loneliness a bonus
Yourself is your opponent
The lies givin pleasure and the truth hurts, don't it? (yes)
Play the part like Moses
Smoking past my dosage
If they ever give me flowers i just hope they gimme roses
Propose a toast to all the ghosts who fix me when i'm broken
I got good omens
She posing like a hoe but those legs will never open
Terell Owens, always dancing with the stars
Can never fucking think if the room isn't dark
Was never one for the bars
Just like to hang wit the creatures who traveled here from afar
Drowning in my flow so i pray to Saint Christopher (amen)
Miss when life was simpler
When i used master all my songs with nothing but a limiter
Runnin from reality, surrounded my perimeters
Wrestle with the universe, i hope i know my finisher (pedigree)
Lyrics are commendable, i never failed literature
Dying on my 9th was in the hospital no visitors
Yeah, need an eighth for an hour of escape
Where the fuck my days— (no way!)
Okay, fair enough
All i do is power puff, blossom like a buttercup
Dont know my other half, just hope she has a bubble butt
Keep it up or give it up, stud
But i'm way too in love
Never mind, watch him do this til he die
Talkin to the mirror see the sadness in his eyes
Feel the madness in his mind, hear the anguish in his lines
Try to get him help but he just vanquish all the time
His language is ferocious (fuck!)
Momma starts to notice
He's losing all his focus, but fuck it, he's a poet
The loneliness a bonus
Yourself is your opponent
The lies givin pleasure and the truth hurts, don't it? (yes)
Play the part like Moses
Smoking past my dosage
If they ever give me flowers i just hope they gimme roses
Propose a toast to all the ghosts who fix me when i'm broken
I got good omens
She posing like a hoe but those legs will never open
Terell Owens, always dancing with the stars
Can never fucking think if the room isn't dark
Was never one for the bars
Just like to hang wit the creatures who traveled here from afar
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Santosusso
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