Emotionless Poetry

Foreign girls
Foreign cars
Foreign booze
Foreign bars
Tricolore
Falling stars
Foreign stars
Go to Mars
Old guitars
Yogi bear
Yoga bar

Follow me
Robbery
Mixed with
Debauchery
Momma we've
Gotta leave
Stop and creep
Stop and speak
Speak to me
Speak to me
Speak to me

Don't you love
Don't you hate
Hold the line
Hold the plate
How am I gonna eat
When I already ate
Gluttony and the lust
Trade the love for the trust
Waking up and I write
Go to sleep when I thrust

I'm the shit
Wrote this on a toilet bowl
Gotta get it out my syst'
Teratoma flows
Pusha T
If you know you know
Inspiration hits
When the souls the soul
The heart gets torn apart
Life is cold like Bonaparte
In my brain I hold my art
I will never show my cards
Or fold at all
Ignore your calls
I hold em all
Trapped in the phone
Avoiding jail
As if we're not stuck in a cell
Caught up in a hell
Despise our modern life
Despise our modern selves
We way too often tell
Outsiders have an awkward smell
I'm way too awkward
I walk in parties too
I'm here to party poop
I know myself it's true
I know myself and you
Got the lust
Lost the love
And the trust
Rainy days
Go away
Joseph and potiphar
Yes it is Toxic but
Nauseous in office
Broken man
Broken she
Talk to me
Talk to me
Wanna be
Off to sleep
Writing niece
Blocking me
Wants and needs
On my knees
All I need

Foreign girls
Foreign cars
Foreign booze
Foreign bars
Tricolore
Falling stars
Foreign stars
Go to Mars
Old guitars
Yogi bear
Yoga bar

Follow me
Robbery
Mixed with
Debauchery
Momma we've
Gotta leave
Stop and creep
Stop and speak
Speak to me
Speak to me
Speak to me
Speak to me



Credits
Writer(s): Ezekiel Phiri
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