Who could hate on this
Photosynthesis the bliss
Keep of list
Of the caution with a check against your wish, uh
Eating from the garden of Eden without a hiss
Keep my serpents in the furnace no disturbance spitting flames
I done changed
I don't feel a thing no more mixing pain
In every single thing I pour
I'm a bastard
Getting plastered
Tell the pastor I've caspered the rappers
Sunny sided bi polar areola of cola
Couldn’t sort a smile from frown unless the dollars came around, yea
Many came and courted try record it but they found
Vivid images of cynicists who spit across the town
I’m
Living it infinite, killin the sin it in, sitting inside of a pit with a bit of it
Sick of it, sticking to skin while I'm ripping it
Someone come down lift me up, I not begging kid
Oh shit
Under the pavement for years now
Praying that I make it up
Casper the rappers
I done made it clear now
I’ve been
Raising hell, made to fade oh well
Pains to say I fell
See the mirror image getting hated from the parallel
Farthee well
Older with the dialect I’m made to sell
Hope that we could change the world, and take it from the fakes who tell
Stories told to the youth
That the new world been coming soon
But its lonely in a caged room
With the revolution televised
Selling Kevin hella lies
Oooh
No don't tell a soul
Heaven getting closer to the ground behold
Everything you ever wanted
Only thing it took was the life you lived
Gimme all my
Dollars, pennies, and change
I feel ashamed
To ever skip a sitting money grubber begging for chains
Does it pain
Seeing rappers going Casper after all the fame
Or even worse before it, then it hit when first fade
Then it's gone again
Out the mind like popping pops colonopin
Someone lock me up, but man my conscience Johnny Cockerin
Talk my way out anything and I ain’t have to plot to win
Caution wind, stop and sin, all I got is
Change
I don't feel a thing no more mixing pain
In every single thing I pour
I'm a bastard
Getting plastered
Tell the pastor I've caspered the rappers