Okay I'm sober now.
These moments are over.
I miss them very much.
I need to them much closer.
I close my eyes, I see them roll over.
A lot of dogs in their graves,
their tricks are all trollers.
All they do is bite, when I'm not their owner.
So I strolled into the fight,
and now it's all over.
I just put them down,
like the pressure on shoulders.
I just let them go,
like their pointing from posters.
I live it everyday,
who in hell are these posers?
I'm broken every way,
now the angels are loners.
So sad no more room up in the tombs.
So they break up all the loom,
fresher ground to bury loons.
'Cause it's crazy how I know before you ever breach the doom.
You're holding on to what's left of all that's precious,
like on gold on diamonds.
It's mighty pleasant when you think about the climate
but the thoughts that I've been reaping slowly breeding into science.
They study this, study that, never sign it.
That's my initials on the rock,
that means that I command it.
Quite frankly, Franklin at my side helped me plan.
You're just basking in tomorrows light,
sleeping through another night.
As my last drop of blood drips into the mold, everything not had is everything I own.
Everything, everything, everything gold.
Everything, everything, everything old.
Memories, memories, memories hold.
Try to take a step but the gravity is bold.
You can do this, you can't take it all with you.
So I whisper to fire, and I light these trees.
The money's rising higher, I don't let that seed.
As the atmosphere perspires all who did are thanking me.
That's solo.
No dough though.
Everything they throw down, I just wrap and send like Rolo's.
Until my God is known I seethe,
because this pain of such senseless abundance,
underwhelms my resistance to the slit wrists.
So the suicides are looking like the victims.
I know a couple locks, and I can pick them.
I just smash upon when I'm lifting.
If this time is all I got,
then you're the quick run.
Once I've heard the voice I'm listening for, then of you course you all will get one.
Shhhh,
it's all me, no other one.
Screw this world, it's all for my fun.
Done with this, it's all from my lungs.
Inhale dust,
don't bless me,
I'll sneeze if I want.
Don't test me,
exhale and you're done.
I'll be dead upon the floor and you'll be screaming "I have won." Until you start the bleeding, notice how it is I that A.M. is from.
These moments are over.
I miss them very much.
I need to them much closer.
I close my eyes, I see them roll over.
A lot of dogs in their graves,
their tricks are all trollers.
All they do is bite, when I'm not their owner.
So I strolled into the fight,
and now it's all over.
I just put them down,
like the pressure on shoulders.
I just let them go,
like their pointing from posters.
I live it everyday,
who in hell are these posers?
I'm broken every way,
now the angels are loners.
So sad no more room up in the tombs.
So they break up all the loom,
fresher ground to bury loons.
'Cause it's crazy how I know before you ever breach the doom.
You're holding on to what's left of all that's precious,
like on gold on diamonds.
It's mighty pleasant when you think about the climate
but the thoughts that I've been reaping slowly breeding into science.
They study this, study that, never sign it.
That's my initials on the rock,
that means that I command it.
Quite frankly, Franklin at my side helped me plan.
You're just basking in tomorrows light,
sleeping through another night.
As my last drop of blood drips into the mold, everything not had is everything I own.
Everything, everything, everything gold.
Everything, everything, everything old.
Memories, memories, memories hold.
Try to take a step but the gravity is bold.
You can do this, you can't take it all with you.
So I whisper to fire, and I light these trees.
The money's rising higher, I don't let that seed.
As the atmosphere perspires all who did are thanking me.
That's solo.
No dough though.
Everything they throw down, I just wrap and send like Rolo's.
Until my God is known I seethe,
because this pain of such senseless abundance,
underwhelms my resistance to the slit wrists.
So the suicides are looking like the victims.
I know a couple locks, and I can pick them.
I just smash upon when I'm lifting.
If this time is all I got,
then you're the quick run.
Once I've heard the voice I'm listening for, then of you course you all will get one.
Shhhh,
it's all me, no other one.
Screw this world, it's all for my fun.
Done with this, it's all from my lungs.
Inhale dust,
don't bless me,
I'll sneeze if I want.
Don't test me,
exhale and you're done.
I'll be dead upon the floor and you'll be screaming "I have won." Until you start the bleeding, notice how it is I that A.M. is from.