FiveFiveSeven

Dinner served
Waited on by members of the Scourge
Clergymen in furs praying grace and saying slurs
While the baseline cures
It's said fate won't curve
Her face won't leave me
I can't even watch TV, all I see is her
I play with beats and words
I'm making dollars off of shows like I'm HBO
I'm talking just enough to keep a stupid dream afloat
I'm being raw like my rolling papers
High Life do me favors
I'm Crossed like Caesar
I'm getting throwed a hot potato
I'll catch a load
I'm a Sinaloa Toad
Off a tab in Mexico
Off the path, the beaten road is just a trap
I'm a mystic off the map
Off the shits and off the Jack
I'm feeling rich, what could I lack
Just Some items worth reprisals when they crumble and crack
I'd rather stumble and ask a random stranger for cash
Than be just another Suit
A slave to Misery's wrath

Leather back secrets, don't believe in being open
diaries of how i fight desire like I'm Odin
Rings around the planets, stranded in a cosmic ocean
Boats sink quickly where I'm posted
Ghosts seem sickly where I'm going
Hellish nightmares of living life without dream gleam strongly in my sleep
I feel impartial like tree
But
Objectively experiencing consciousness as me
I feel the problem isn't greed, it's simply need
Maybe we can solve it with a little bit of weed
Maybe we can stop it just by thinking that we're free



Credits
Writer(s): Lawrence Morris
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