Blank Space
Look let me explain
I know I had a lot to say
But of course always in obscure ways
I'm probably not even supposed to be here
Came through a back door in the alley
I spit with trope, rhetoric to be clear
Find full disclaimers laden in the free verse
This the type of shit for when you're too lit
My music for when you hella dosed
This song they put on before they overdose
Watch the sunrise while you comatose
These line drop like gone fishing with Eskimos
They so cold
I rest with my head on a stove
Let me explain confess there's a code
These stanzas do handstands what's left of them
Though, I put all the rhythm in the innuendos
And nobody bobbin nobody head noddin
But that's probably because I really been wilding
I mean I damn sure been stock piling
I mean I make music for drug users
I make music for people who been through it
Listen to me if you never get to speak
Know that each night you haunt my dreams and
I sit there and listen to you scream
Because you have every right to be
This music for all those abandoned
I know you rise up to be valiant
I believe the lost can be found
Don't slip too far into detachment
This for those left all alone
This for those too young getting stoned
How I drop a hex I got you perplexed
I swear while I say my prayers
Adonis hypochondriac your chronic wack
Accept the two options life will give you a third
That's real life not even no levels to it or nothing
Just distorted petals unplugged from the rose
I just mean piano plug-ins used to make art like the flowers by Van Gogh
I'm writing and rhyming an accent scroll
I'm psychic what I be what I'm about to be I know
Right between arousal and control
I'm talking about flow
Watch a mushroom in a cave glow
I spit crazy wavy so hot its hazy insanely
Bike trick and the punch bowl is spiked its a delight
With no end in sight
I just want to say that I don't give a goddamn about what anybody has to say
We don't have to agree or get along
Adonis Chronic like Burger King have it your way
You can't sing along this is a murder scene move along
My breath endless I got a dragon tongue
What's wrong I know they left you
But you got to rely on nobody besides yourself
Don't allow nobody to get you down
I show you my scars so you can see for yourself
I speak with phrases laden with alliteration and rhymes in assonance
Create havoc for making sense
Rhyme scheme and flow its a murder show
Relate my punch lines to deadly blows
Lethal lines prophet repeat retelling the signs
I take it too far I don't know my limit
My cadence different but rhythmic
I put on a clinic for the mimics with their gimmicks
Shit on all the cynics and fuck the critics
I hope these lyrics put hope in spirits
Somebody feels your pain I promise
Empty bottles and karma no such things as luck
We fail due to what we thought was harmless
What do I do about losing you
When I don't know myself
These raps just describe the headspace
Let me explain, its all code
This not prose
This start from blank space
I know I had a lot to say
But of course always in obscure ways
I'm probably not even supposed to be here
Came through a back door in the alley
I spit with trope, rhetoric to be clear
Find full disclaimers laden in the free verse
This the type of shit for when you're too lit
My music for when you hella dosed
This song they put on before they overdose
Watch the sunrise while you comatose
These line drop like gone fishing with Eskimos
They so cold
I rest with my head on a stove
Let me explain confess there's a code
These stanzas do handstands what's left of them
Though, I put all the rhythm in the innuendos
And nobody bobbin nobody head noddin
But that's probably because I really been wilding
I mean I damn sure been stock piling
I mean I make music for drug users
I make music for people who been through it
Listen to me if you never get to speak
Know that each night you haunt my dreams and
I sit there and listen to you scream
Because you have every right to be
This music for all those abandoned
I know you rise up to be valiant
I believe the lost can be found
Don't slip too far into detachment
This for those left all alone
This for those too young getting stoned
How I drop a hex I got you perplexed
I swear while I say my prayers
Adonis hypochondriac your chronic wack
Accept the two options life will give you a third
That's real life not even no levels to it or nothing
Just distorted petals unplugged from the rose
I just mean piano plug-ins used to make art like the flowers by Van Gogh
I'm writing and rhyming an accent scroll
I'm psychic what I be what I'm about to be I know
Right between arousal and control
I'm talking about flow
Watch a mushroom in a cave glow
I spit crazy wavy so hot its hazy insanely
Bike trick and the punch bowl is spiked its a delight
With no end in sight
I just want to say that I don't give a goddamn about what anybody has to say
We don't have to agree or get along
Adonis Chronic like Burger King have it your way
You can't sing along this is a murder scene move along
My breath endless I got a dragon tongue
What's wrong I know they left you
But you got to rely on nobody besides yourself
Don't allow nobody to get you down
I show you my scars so you can see for yourself
I speak with phrases laden with alliteration and rhymes in assonance
Create havoc for making sense
Rhyme scheme and flow its a murder show
Relate my punch lines to deadly blows
Lethal lines prophet repeat retelling the signs
I take it too far I don't know my limit
My cadence different but rhythmic
I put on a clinic for the mimics with their gimmicks
Shit on all the cynics and fuck the critics
I hope these lyrics put hope in spirits
Somebody feels your pain I promise
Empty bottles and karma no such things as luck
We fail due to what we thought was harmless
What do I do about losing you
When I don't know myself
These raps just describe the headspace
Let me explain, its all code
This not prose
This start from blank space
Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Bowley
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