Fuck the World
Life is just a puzzle, I write confused
As I write these blues I peruse on the meaning of humble
I stumble on the beat you can't reach me when I'm in my bubble
And beef don't mean shit when you have a shoulder to cuddle
You don't have an exit sweat trickling down your spine
Perplexed when you could be compared to Columbine
Predicted it self pity ridiculous
Flipping the script in time evading those watchful eyes
I supply the music that you niggas bump in your rides
Uncomfortable times I punctually deliver the rhymes
Open your eyes I'm talking bout the face in the sky
Cuz I'm the best man it's like I'm married to life
It's the time invested I see the world through cloudy eyes
I despise the lies painted by the news but I will survive
Can I retire is it the urge to fit an image
I'm growing stronger cuz I was encouraged to eat my spinach
Purge the feeling of trying to write it perfectly
Personally, I prefer it when the words cut deep
Like serpentine, venomous when I scribble the sin and shit
Read the syllabus the thesaurus connects the synonyms
Burn and pillage it I'm deforesting
No short of glorious, ain't deaf I'm ignoring it
Progressing right past you students can't even laugh at you
Your capping is past the truth can't fuck with your attitude
Imagine a focused me I'm writing it potently
When I decided how I'll spend my time I said talk was cheap
Sit down and talk with me, think back to the collard greens
Imma disciple of the guy who writes to get off the streets (missing living life)
In fact, religiously I worship her thighs
Run my fingers down her chest and now I'm fucking Versailles
I covet her eyes I see a world encompassed in lies
She was the world and she observed that there was pain in my fight
She grabbed my hand and said to me that we can go to the sky
Living in an abyss but we're free from stressing and strife
Then I rolled us a spliff to calm the nerves cuz we're gonna fly
Plus the feeling inside is far from astronomical, but suicide is chronicle
She looked in astonishment, she's staring down the barrel of the gun and said time to go
I'm having second thoughts but can't consider the heaviness of her loss
Then I said fuck it and
As I write these blues I peruse on the meaning of humble
I stumble on the beat you can't reach me when I'm in my bubble
And beef don't mean shit when you have a shoulder to cuddle
You don't have an exit sweat trickling down your spine
Perplexed when you could be compared to Columbine
Predicted it self pity ridiculous
Flipping the script in time evading those watchful eyes
I supply the music that you niggas bump in your rides
Uncomfortable times I punctually deliver the rhymes
Open your eyes I'm talking bout the face in the sky
Cuz I'm the best man it's like I'm married to life
It's the time invested I see the world through cloudy eyes
I despise the lies painted by the news but I will survive
Can I retire is it the urge to fit an image
I'm growing stronger cuz I was encouraged to eat my spinach
Purge the feeling of trying to write it perfectly
Personally, I prefer it when the words cut deep
Like serpentine, venomous when I scribble the sin and shit
Read the syllabus the thesaurus connects the synonyms
Burn and pillage it I'm deforesting
No short of glorious, ain't deaf I'm ignoring it
Progressing right past you students can't even laugh at you
Your capping is past the truth can't fuck with your attitude
Imagine a focused me I'm writing it potently
When I decided how I'll spend my time I said talk was cheap
Sit down and talk with me, think back to the collard greens
Imma disciple of the guy who writes to get off the streets (missing living life)
In fact, religiously I worship her thighs
Run my fingers down her chest and now I'm fucking Versailles
I covet her eyes I see a world encompassed in lies
She was the world and she observed that there was pain in my fight
She grabbed my hand and said to me that we can go to the sky
Living in an abyss but we're free from stressing and strife
Then I rolled us a spliff to calm the nerves cuz we're gonna fly
Plus the feeling inside is far from astronomical, but suicide is chronicle
She looked in astonishment, she's staring down the barrel of the gun and said time to go
I'm having second thoughts but can't consider the heaviness of her loss
Then I said fuck it and
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Writer(s): Jayden El
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