Stripper

Think I live inside a bubble,
Taking this relaxer
Growing up is nothing subtle
A puff on this inhaler
My only fear is failure
Ample jeans for unstable knees
Toward these dreams
Jim Beam provides the means to go to sleep
Devotion is the only notion
That you should know son
Results in contribution
Defines the execution
And brings it to fruition
I only wish anxiety
Weren’t so high for me yeah
Been deciding on a flavour
My cup feels like a beta
Changes till I feel the paper sit me like a waiter
Penning these flows watch out for slippery slopes
Yeah they’ve been known to elope
Causing you to devote
Devote my time
And the rest of me blind
You gonna find
No replacing the grind
It’s on my mind
Don’t mean to be unkind
But
Some of us ain’t meant to shine
Yeah
They catching on my vibe
Been one of few to hide
Lately I’ve been escaping
Everything needed changing
Can’t stop creating
Consummating on top of mainstream
Overcompensating for all I lack
My face is fading
Illuminate the scribe
Overheard overt debating
Blowing up my kind
Expanse of those deliberating
Entry to the mind
Yeah we
One of a kind but uh
Seem to forget sometimes
Yeah? Na
This time around there no surprises
Jumping from a high rise
Monetising suicide prioritizing
More supplies in
My disguise when
They patronising
Don’t forget who they controlling
There’s no consoling
No false pretence
Satisfying suspense
Multiple existence
Until my first Benz entrance
Coming with the dense imagery
Diving head first, the bends obligatory
I’m the author of my destiny
Festering form the norm I fear to be
Thoughts from cohorts about sorts I shouldn’t see
Outside the wolf I ought to be
My plight exchanged for spotlight
We born bright but then
Corrupted internally
Sure to be heard
But not self-assured
These memories cured
But substantially flawed
So the whiskey is poured
Yo I’m done with the law
Wondering if the Lord
Is what I’m heading toward?
Devote my time
And the rest of me blind
You gonna find
No replacing the grind
It’s on my mind
Don’t mean to be unkind
But
Some of us ain’t meant to shine
Yeah 

Bubble

I’ma drink till I’m a passed out starfish
On the brink they’re an alarmist
Tell me I have mother fucking problem
What the fucks goon to a mother fucking goblin
I gobble the goon down no problem
I gobble it down no matter the volume
Its volume three of a day’s binging 
My pin is stored on crimson
paper
And kept inside my jeans pocket for later
In case I’m too fucked up to remember
When I flop out the wallet to cop a bottle of shoddy ciroc vodka
The pin falls to the floor like Roger Federer after victory
I think he’s on to me but maybe not you see
The clerk thinks I’m a little bit derp
But stops and thinks to consider the profit
Now he’s unwilling to stop it, the transaction from proceeding
Receding hairline his nose is bleeding
Clutching the bottle I’m full throttle out of the convenience store
Needless to say I do coddle moscato 
The way I fondle is impressive
Couple of vino’s for the main course
Like a key note address
If I could I’d hook it to my vein and rest
Everybody on the alcohol profess train
But I love this shit
It makes me confident
It’s my confidant 
Lady said I stumbled
But who am I trying to impress
That’s why I can undress
In the middle of an apartment complex like DMX
Cuz I could care less 
My view is convex 
My mind is complex 
Why would I care
What an old whore bag thinks of me
She probably been sucking dick
Since 23 and since then been 
Hard on the bubbly looking for a rich
Geizer to provide her with property
Not my cup of tea
Nobody gon marry me
Leaving a space on the family tree
But no matter
I’ma live for infinity


Goon To A Goblin


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Mac Astaire