I'm in an uber listening to dose one and alias
Want to slow down but i'm in a different mindset
Brain sweats versus money quests
I suppose i'm a little biased
Any means necessary to royalty
I'm papyrus
My stomach contracts as my head knocks back
The road is fort knox
Deadlocked traffic all the way back to atlantis
Stress eats away at my inner lining
The quintessential meal of fine dining
Anxiety has me lying
To not worry and scare my isleys
My baby lays beside me
Her breathing helps me stay grounded in my sleep
Beads of sweat occupy rent space on my forehead
Freeloading bastards never pay before the deadline
Tattoo of i'm fine resides below intestines
The swine of the burning state
On stage with blades to paint the stains
If i die i used my intestines as the noose
Got a cup of 40 proof
To help me sleep underneath this roof
I can't seem to lay and dream
Brain just opens us and screams
Every scene destroying seems
Of this thread they call 18
The bathroom floor and i are engaged in holy Matrimony
With no pastor just solemn groaning
A dress made of follicles of hair I've ripped From the stems
The smile on her face is a reflection from my Eyes
We share the same cleft in our chins, bound By birthmarks
I can smell her estrogen radiating from her oily Skin
Our knuckles have seen the same days, Walked the same nights
Both have had our bones rattlesnake that of An abacus
Tragic be our backgrounds, but love is how we Connect now
I reach for her hand and i say i do, she mutters Back a growl
My thoughts perplexed i wonder where my Lovely bride dispersed
The church vacant all left a young me
Bible verses well rehearsed
Knees quivering arms shivering
Staring down the wall like minimenter
The great inventor of the shame depictor
For i couldnt tell if i was wading through the Sands
Or if these are gods reprimands
One day ill see where the wheel lands
If i die i used my intestines as the noose
Got a cup of 40 proof
To help me sleep underneath this roof
I can't seem to lay and dream
Brain just opens us and screams
Every scene destroying seems
Of this thread they call 18
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I'm in an uber listening to dose one and alias
Want to slow down but i'm in a different mindset
Brain sweats versus money quests
I suppose i'm a little biased
Any means necessary to royalty
I'm papyrus
My stomach contracts as my head knocks back
The road is fort knox
Deadlocked traffic all the way back to atlantis
Stress eats away at my inner lining
The quintessential meal of fine dining
Anxiety has me lying
To not worry and scare my isleys
My baby lays beside me
Her breathing helps me stay grounded in my sleep
Beads of sweat occupy rent space on my forehead
Freeloading bastards never pay before the deadline
Tattoo of i'm fine resides below intestines
The swine of the burning state
On stage with blades to paint the stains
If i die i used my intestines as the noose
Got a cup of 40 proof
To help me sleep underneath this roof
I can't seem to lay and dream
Brain just opens us and screams
Every scene destroying seems
Of this thread they call 18
The bathroom floor and i are engaged in holy Matrimony
With no pastor just solemn groaning
A dress made of follicles of hair I've ripped From the stems
The smile on her face is a reflection from my Eyes
We share the same cleft in our chins, bound By birthmarks
I can smell her estrogen radiating from her oily Skin
Our knuckles have seen the same days, Walked the same nights
Both have had our bones rattlesnake that of An abacus
Tragic be our backgrounds, but love is how we Connect now
I reach for her hand and i say i do, she mutters Back a growl
My thoughts perplexed i wonder where my Lovely bride dispersed
The church vacant all left a young me
Bible verses well rehearsed
Knees quivering arms shivering
Staring down the wall like minimenter
The great inventor of the shame depictor
For i couldnt tell if i was wading through the Sands
Or if these are gods reprimands
One day ill see where the wheel lands
If i die i used my intestines as the noose
Got a cup of 40 proof
To help me sleep underneath this roof
I can't seem to lay and dream
Brain just opens us and screams
Every scene destroying seems
Of this thread they call 18
Want to slow down but i'm in a different mindset
Brain sweats versus money quests
I suppose i'm a little biased
Any means necessary to royalty
I'm papyrus
My stomach contracts as my head knocks back
The road is fort knox
Deadlocked traffic all the way back to atlantis
Stress eats away at my inner lining
The quintessential meal of fine dining
Anxiety has me lying
To not worry and scare my isleys
My baby lays beside me
Her breathing helps me stay grounded in my sleep
Beads of sweat occupy rent space on my forehead
Freeloading bastards never pay before the deadline
Tattoo of i'm fine resides below intestines
The swine of the burning state
On stage with blades to paint the stains
If i die i used my intestines as the noose
Got a cup of 40 proof
To help me sleep underneath this roof
I can't seem to lay and dream
Brain just opens us and screams
Every scene destroying seems
Of this thread they call 18
The bathroom floor and i are engaged in holy Matrimony
With no pastor just solemn groaning
A dress made of follicles of hair I've ripped From the stems
The smile on her face is a reflection from my Eyes
We share the same cleft in our chins, bound By birthmarks
I can smell her estrogen radiating from her oily Skin
Our knuckles have seen the same days, Walked the same nights
Both have had our bones rattlesnake that of An abacus
Tragic be our backgrounds, but love is how we Connect now
I reach for her hand and i say i do, she mutters Back a growl
My thoughts perplexed i wonder where my Lovely bride dispersed
The church vacant all left a young me
Bible verses well rehearsed
Knees quivering arms shivering
Staring down the wall like minimenter
The great inventor of the shame depictor
For i couldnt tell if i was wading through the Sands
Or if these are gods reprimands
One day ill see where the wheel lands
If i die i used my intestines as the noose
Got a cup of 40 proof
To help me sleep underneath this roof
I can't seem to lay and dream
Brain just opens us and screams
Every scene destroying seems
Of this thread they call 18
Writer: Adam Bornstein
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