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Life Is Beautiful

Epiphany

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Writing to the instrumental of “Epiphany”, by The Alchemist, 2Chainz and Larry June
(Available at: https://soundcloud.com/2chainz/09_epiphany_revised_25
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/3psaPDNDSI13Xgny7j176Y?si=-FeI6pwnRkOUOg6R_iFFcw)

My feet floating in the air, call the pen my Caduceus

the let out mixtape: Track 8

lyrics:
Got my feet floating in the air, call the pen my caduceus
Flying in my chair, ain't no need to maneuver
Watching Redzone, Spags creating confusion
Sweating a 3.5 the wife did not approve
.
Mahome's a lock under 3, but over they key's a risk
Handicap  on the hook, Crocodile leather tick tock on my wrist
Holding a cold blond, little brahma living in buddha’s peace
With that hot white little skinny bitch tryna get a kiss but I quit (yeahh)
.
My wife in the balcony, she's painting a picture  (painting a picture)
Living louvre in her mind, a lucid dream in her vision (friendly hallucinations)
Tryna perceive the clouds, but our tree house too big (immense)
Could try a different direction, but then all she would see is the sea 
.
Approaching halftime, my boy ready for hide n seek
Tell him to pick a section of the house, or we could be here for week (too big)
His sister still in her room, mad cause I told her not to drink
Calling me a hypocrite, for being sliding at bars at sixteen
.
.
I’m dreaming away, won't find a stress in me
Air flowing, don’t need to remember to breathe
Stars are waiting, light scattering
Put up a toast to Rayleigh, got me feeling in laugh tale
.
The view’s amazing, bible writing blessings
Don’t you need you to relate, keep the two cents
Sins erased, Trapped in past tense 
This the distant me describing the epiphany
.
.
Got my feet floating in the air, call the pen my caduceus
Flying in my chair, ain't no need to maneuver
Watching Redzone, Spags creating confusion
Sweating a 3.5 my girl has not a clue (she don’t know)
.
I see the curtains and trees hugging in dance moves with the breeze
Sundays bring an ease, briefly forget how is brief (fast)
Holding a cold blond, little brahma living in buddha’s peace
With that hot white little skinny bitch looking at me like…
.
My girl in our room enjoying her day off
She the star of the show like my attention on lock
I try to focus on the game but she knows every spot
So now she soaking on the sofa while I’m laying it soft
.
We keeping it silent, still you can’teven hear a tear   drop
Souls collide, skin speaking  deep   thoughts
Her tongue on my neck, I breathe her lip  gloss
Only wondering getting done is how much     a  ring costs
. 
The type of high they searching in a zip lock
Not a single second scrolling on a tik tok
Beneath the roof is a treasure,  I’m living on gringotes
This the wizard of O.S
.
Rich without dollars
Family near and a barbecue got me smiling for whole days
.
Fuck I care bout bitches and Ice
Those diamonds chained to cold days
.
Listen, they rapping bout
They writing bout
Hmpf, that’s the old days
.
.
I’m dreaming awake, won’t find a stress in me
Air flowing, don’t need to remember to breathe
Stars are waiting, light scattering
Put up a toast to Rayleigh, got me feeling in laugh tale
.
The view’s amazing, bible writing blessings
Don’t you need you to relate, keep the two cents
Sins erased, Trapped in past tense 
This the distant me describing the epiphany


writing to Epiphany

Suede

Write it like a beach

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writing to Epiphany

Oscar Saints