Text Message Confessional

By Pariah

Released on September 30, 2019

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[Verse 1: Pariah]

She had milky skin like rye bread

The combination of her nice head and thigh spread

Had my eyes bled bright red

Her and I were tight friends

Good conversation; She always knew what I was sayin

We was compliant in silence

I liked gin

Her more herbivore, vegetarian burnt ends

Snapshots of our life through a white lens

We spent most nights in

Lyin' and vibin'

Getting her wetter than Leviathan

She was enlightenin'

I guess I was stiflin'

She couldn’t take idlin'

So she turned cold cryogen

Why are you crying again?

Sighin' and spat so much fightin' it was tirin'

Like recyclin' rhymes when cypherin'

I was blind to the signs and that’s kinda why it end

On account of my lying

Just wasn’t the right timing


[Verse 2: Pariah]

She was a pretty little ditty like a lotus flower or a Lily

We only had one night in Bangkok city

But what she said will always stick wit me

She said silly

You’re a dangerous man

Never change your plans

Stay slick with hands like Crisco’d pans

Thank you ma’am

Wish I could’ve tamed that damn!


[Hook: Pariah]

All my ex's live in text messages

It’s hectic, I’m restless, wrestlin' wit my stresses

Selfish confessions over studio sessions

I’m adding up way too many unanswered questions

Rewind my mind to those times

Goddesses and dimes always on my mind

Lights shine lime when I rhyme prime

This love of mine I’m trying to find


[Verse 3: Pariah]

She was quite handsy, never a nancy-pansy

And oh man g that fanny, damn, sheesh!

Voice candy, moist panties, choice ham meat

In a damn week had me on my hands and knees

She made her man, b, in the days of straight whammies

Helped me plan schemes to conquer land and seas

Shawty was my beautiful soldier

She picked me up on wounded shoulders

Sat me right next to two booming boulders

I tried to hold her, coach her, or mold her

She was the Scully to my Mulder

See, we was tethered—two birds same feather

Weathered whatever weather whether together or not

Less on than off, but that’s just the cost of love lost

She helped blast me off

Now she gassed off the fumes of the exhaust


[Hook: Pariah]

All my ex's live in text messages

It’s hectic, I’m restless, wrestlin' wit my stresses

Selfish confessions over studio sessions

I’m adding up way too many unanswered questions

Rewind my mind to those times

Goddesses and dimes always on my mind

Lights shine lime when I rhyme prime

This love of mine I’m trying to find

All my ex's live in text messages

It’s hectic, I’m restless, wrestlin' wit my stresses

Selfish confessions over studio sessions

I’m adding up way too many unanswered questions

Rewind my mind to those times

Goddesses and dimes always on my mind

Lights shine lime when I rhyme prime

This love of mine I’m trying to find


[Verse 4: Pariah]

She was more Incorporeal, behind the porthole holed up

Figaro; doko wa Dora

She was sweet and intoxicating like a whole load of flora

Beholden the golden aura

I was arriving she was going

An imposing omen, alone Olaf was so frozen

I reminisce on tenderness and recount lists of things I miss

Her pretty face and her wit

Her greatness

Allow me to pontificate this

Forgive me for my lateness

This is my belated 'Thank ya miss'

She was my Mother Mary figure

I loved her fairy fixtures

Took her word as scary scripture

She helped get the flow a butter dairy mixture

Silky and milky she still says she misses me

All I miss is the Ms'. Kisses G

All I miss is the Ms'. Kisses G

I just hope she really still misses me...