I don’t want to be taken Seriously
When I write so nervously
My body hurts undeservedly
I feel it first in my right hand
But I don’t really understand
Then my feet
Start there own heart beat
I can’t keep them still
Don’t know how to chill
So I smoke
And hold it in till I choke
It numbs my lungs
It Loosens my tongue
But when I go out
My anxiety begins to shout
I’m the girl they warned you about
Rocking in my chair
Pulling out my hair
Running back to nowhere
I know they see
Me acting frantically
They call me
Manic
Which puts me in a panic
And then I get sick
Start talking really quick
Telling them about my pain
But how could I explain
To someone who’s never felt the rain
It’s a sudden flash flood
And I’m covered in mud
But I got soap in my pocket
Bubbles take off like a rocket
Lifting me to a new land
Isn’t that grand?
A place to find ones self
A galaxy on a shelf
Close your eyes and come with me
I'm quitting thc
We are going to IOP
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Comments2
firstly thanks for the 🔞
and I just think, you write tighter rhymes than most of the current façade, they title rap music! lol
thanks for sharing,
effortlessly brilliant flow!
wow, I hope I feel that way when I breakup with my chocolates. Love it .
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