Hush little baby don't you cry,
Everythings gonna be alright
Saturday, November 9, 2024, 6:22 am
Cant wait to hold you,
Shoulda woulda, hm
So bold of you
Noble, intune, my beautiful muse.
You're the type of woman
That redefines someones life
Youre the kind of human
That literally transcends souls
Your cute perfect hands, i love to hold
You know I never been very good
At doing what I was told, a rebel, transcendental, sentimental
What if life wasn't consequential?
What if everything wasn't meant for someone else?
What if the goodness in the universe does exist?
What would you do if you felt like you were dying and then a i told your thoughts are amiss,
Aleena, settle down, no need to frown
Youre special you know, in this town
Of broken souls
All desperately wanting a hand to hold
Never doing what their told
Still living at home
30 years old
Yet still feeling so bold, ha hm
Like the feeling
Of lake forest, getting high with the clones
Surveillance drones
Souls are sold
Tale are told, hm
Wish i could get that jacket back, f*cking whack, hm anyways
What a shit show
You really don't even know
Probably would react like my facebook if i try to unfold
Either way i wouldn't, I'm so loyal, don't ya know
I don't fold, do what I'm told, sometimes
All the mimes in my mind
Playin with perception
Altering my complexion
Making me start contesting
Condescending, the ascensions, with the mentions, f*cking elections, selections, netspin
The thing i fear the most in life,
Been in my mind since that night,or morning
Wish there would a been a warning
Shit still haunts me, but how
Because even though, the shadows been tauntin
I been believing the craziest shit and seeing it
My bed been shaking and i am a loner besides her, i been working on music,
You know getting conducive with my inner brusins and they get loose and shit
I've told yall, tha shittheeputic
Also an excuse, to u know
Obsess over my muse, for a bit
Gime all of it
Thought i was dyin
I was truly just misguided
The irony its a i man
Gameplans, sundance, sellers hands
Is it really my chance? Why do i feel so happy?
Sappy? Nappy? Zappy? Yappy? Whackze
Fancy my chancey to finally exhale
Lackies. Come back please. Ok. Really? See you soon
This time though. I wont be going
Miss flower. Your garden called
It bloomed. Brand new just for you
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Hush little baby don't you cry,
Everythings gonna be alright
Saturday, November 9, 2024, 6:22 am
Cant wait to hold you,
Shoulda woulda, hm
So bold of you
Noble, intune, my beautiful muse.
You're the type of woman
That redefines someones life
Youre the kind of human
That literally transcends souls
Your cute perfect hands, i love to hold
You know I never been very good
At doing what I was told, a rebel, transcendental, sentimental
What if life wasn't consequential?
What if everything wasn't meant for someone else?
What if the goodness in the universe does exist?
What would you do if you felt like you were dying and then a i told your thoughts are amiss,
Aleena, settle down, no need to frown
Youre special you know, in this town
Of broken souls
All desperately wanting a hand to hold
Never doing what their told
Still living at home
30 years old
Yet still feeling so bold, ha hm
Like the feeling
Of lake forest, getting high with the clones
Surveillance drones
Souls are sold
Tale are told, hm
Wish i could get that jacket back, f*cking whack, hm anyways
What a shit show
You really don't even know
Probably would react like my facebook if i try to unfold
Either way i wouldn't, I'm so loyal, don't ya know
I don't fold, do what I'm told, sometimes
All the mimes in my mind
Playin with perception
Altering my complexion
Making me start contesting
Condescending, the ascensions, with the mentions, f*cking elections, selections, netspin
The thing i fear the most in life,
Been in my mind since that night,or morning
Wish there would a been a warning
Shit still haunts me, but how
Because even though, the shadows been tauntin
I been believing the craziest shit and seeing it
My bed been shaking and i am a loner besides her, i been working on music,
You know getting conducive with my inner brusins and they get loose and shit
I've told yall, tha shittheeputic
Also an excuse, to u know
Obsess over my muse, for a bit
Gime all of it
Thought i was dyin
I was truly just misguided
The irony its a i man
Gameplans, sundance, sellers hands
Is it really my chance? Why do i feel so happy?
Sappy? Nappy? Zappy? Yappy? Whackze
Fancy my chancey to finally exhale
Lackies. Come back please. Ok. Really? See you soon
This time though. I wont be going
Miss flower. Your garden called
It bloomed. Brand new just for you
Everythings gonna be alright
Saturday, November 9, 2024, 6:22 am
Cant wait to hold you,
Shoulda woulda, hm
So bold of you
Noble, intune, my beautiful muse.
You're the type of woman
That redefines someones life
Youre the kind of human
That literally transcends souls
Your cute perfect hands, i love to hold
You know I never been very good
At doing what I was told, a rebel, transcendental, sentimental
What if life wasn't consequential?
What if everything wasn't meant for someone else?
What if the goodness in the universe does exist?
What would you do if you felt like you were dying and then a i told your thoughts are amiss,
Aleena, settle down, no need to frown
Youre special you know, in this town
Of broken souls
All desperately wanting a hand to hold
Never doing what their told
Still living at home
30 years old
Yet still feeling so bold, ha hm
Like the feeling
Of lake forest, getting high with the clones
Surveillance drones
Souls are sold
Tale are told, hm
Wish i could get that jacket back, f*cking whack, hm anyways
What a shit show
You really don't even know
Probably would react like my facebook if i try to unfold
Either way i wouldn't, I'm so loyal, don't ya know
I don't fold, do what I'm told, sometimes
All the mimes in my mind
Playin with perception
Altering my complexion
Making me start contesting
Condescending, the ascensions, with the mentions, f*cking elections, selections, netspin
The thing i fear the most in life,
Been in my mind since that night,or morning
Wish there would a been a warning
Shit still haunts me, but how
Because even though, the shadows been tauntin
I been believing the craziest shit and seeing it
My bed been shaking and i am a loner besides her, i been working on music,
You know getting conducive with my inner brusins and they get loose and shit
I've told yall, tha shittheeputic
Also an excuse, to u know
Obsess over my muse, for a bit
Gime all of it
Thought i was dyin
I was truly just misguided
The irony its a i man
Gameplans, sundance, sellers hands
Is it really my chance? Why do i feel so happy?
Sappy? Nappy? Zappy? Yappy? Whackze
Fancy my chancey to finally exhale
Lackies. Come back please. Ok. Really? See you soon
This time though. I wont be going
Miss flower. Your garden called
It bloomed. Brand new just for you
Writer: aleena robbins
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