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Hey Girl 😽
Where do you think criminals come from Mr. Wayne?
I really want to tell you what I feel but I’m too scared as to what you’ll say
Figured I’ll just type it out, it doesn’t really help.
I dedicate this to you, I hope you know.
Now there’re so many thoughts on my mind, I need to release pressure
Confessions I need forgiven and wrong doings that need lecture
I wanna live a life so light that my soul would ascend with just a whisper
And play the emotions that compose the rust in my vision
Give the girl I long for my evolution in tides, minus the notion
Her acceptance is all I collect in between my cathedrals like
Nickels and tens to smokers
I wonder if I’ve ever crossed her mind as she reads the Sunday paper
And sips her grande slow, what’s another word for hopeful?
Tomorrow is the first of many for the weak
The ones that say tomorrow is the day, the day I’ll speak,
The day I’ll say what’s on my mirrored maze and reflect the words
I’m too scared to say so I’ll just type ‘em out on this virtual tree
And maybe we can bloom electrically
I’ll man up one day
And transcend my tongue beyond your lips
And embed them on the back of your mind
So you could think my taste and taste my intentions, may you never forget.
I’m a whore
Memories of murder behind switchblades
puncture souls fall into electricity, the connection is great
Sweet strands of thought swimming in puddles of alley
But she regrets the cold kiss her blade gave
It’s was too sharp to the taste, her words serrated
The silver lining chalked around his body made her see
Auras of another kind, descendants of his, Vikings
As she roam open fields on his chest, bareback on his loins
The sadness that was brought back, nostalgic joys
Deceased whispers brought her closer to the allure, so coy
She danced on him all night, two stepped to her liking
And tangoed on his love but the last song was slow
His arms by her waist and her whole being pressed
Onto his stature but she barely made eyes connect
Left foot then right, that’s the way she taught him
As her hums made pulsating conversation with
Cold drums then orchestras begin to play on whim
She scales up closer to his mute words
Where the I love you’s hid behind distant tones
Laced his fingers with hers, the ones that held the coins
Slid her conversation to his ears, the ones that heard song
Everytime he called, he heard melodies
Just instrumentals, no words
Just like a movie, the score.
Between Friends Freestyle (flying lotus ft. Gorge Barnardo)
Say you never heard of me? well it’s your loss.
It’s my birthday today..
Gorge on a Monday…