paper chasin i been waitin for my mind to stop from racin
levitatin from the kush that Im blazin
feelin amazin takin flight to a destination deep within the constellations
Imma blast off at the speed of light
I’m outta sight
puttin the pen down to the paper the flames ignite
when I write, I give my hand third degree mothafuckin burns
take a look and see I’m not concerned
nothings earned without the pain
for that I’m game shootin and makin it rain
I ain’t the type to stay in a lane
I’m coloring outta the lines
when I rhyme shit I’m Optimus prime
I can shine so bright I’ll make you blind
Icome to find imma fuck up in a lot of ways but I can say I can fuckin rap like I’m divine
now I’m actin like I’m Barry Allen
in a flash I could pass you by
better not blink an eye
because you could miss him
driftin through the solar system
gainin wisdom cosmically
too old to be a prodigy now I’m just a intergalactic anomaly
- Author: asrealastheycome ( Offline)
- Published: February 18th, 2024 06:13
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 6
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