It's fine, most of the time

Am high but fine
Alive trying no to die tonight
You lit me a Christmas light and left with my wrapped delights
It's fine, it's all fine
Better him than a nigga who try to buy your lovely smile

Am high but really fine
I write this after stalking your twenty eight pictures online
It's funny how you blow my mind
Even months after we never said goodbye
It's fine I ain't lying
Missing moments that were never mine

Am high on the mountain side
It's nice you on my mind
Therapeutic for a time, something like a mild high
It's fine, most of the time
But happy you found someone who find the time

Am high but it's life
Look back to the night we met
Shy and a little smile
If I had see us through, it would have been something nice
But am fine most of the time
It's better to feel pain than nothing at all

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on her time

Take charge and fuck me like I deserve all that comes Tie me up with your inners on this pillers that stand Stuff me up like a pig and don't stop till I squeal Drain me tonight, even blood if you like Ready for your body, ride this face till you leave a trail Am here to serve your needs Nothing less than your fuck time fling A toy for your ritual play It's nothing about me, it's all about you In her natural state she is power itself She tells me that everything is about sex, except for sex. Sex is about power. . = So she drives me insane and rides till she drains Dresses and leaves me tied and chained Till she'll need me again Images : Pinterest

no more drugs for tonight

intoxicated love hopeless wishes of a love life craving the attention of an angel but demons be attracted to my antenna what do you say hun? do you feel crazy enough to try and make this work? please dealer fold back the river you making me too emotional your work be the finest but can you get me something better please take me back to the start when this feeling was a creepy sensation you and gravity got alot in common you both got a way to keep me on ground let me sing you a love song until you hate my love ...........LEVON

Lost frequency

Pulpit filled with evil Congregation of liers and sinners An hour and a half with a growing entrepreneur Sunday becoming the new Monday Lock up your humanity and open them pockets It's harvest time and you all seem right for the picking Am sure your child can go another day without food Our pastor has him in his range rover fueled prayers I pray for longer sustainance As we fight to maintain our faith I hope for justice for the ones with nobody to offer it I listen to sad music as I write this speech At this point there is no where left to hide This spiritual split grows by the day With nothing left to hang on We sail this uncertain waters with all but love in our hearts We sing sweet lullaby to the young hoping to keep the memories alive Everyday we grow in life knowing you still watching Even in this times of dark We maintain our sacrifice

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