Apollo the Shaded - Midnight Angel

It's just
Another day, another dime
Another itty biddy passing the time
Another way to color outside of the lines
Help me on the way, feeling risky
And, do I need a fatter wallet to get frisky?
Do I gotta to cop a shiny wrist piece?
Hit me with that lame shit
Sike!
You missed me
You're acting iffy, shiesty, shifty
It's all a toss up, get your fitty right
Get the gloss up, treat the biddy right
Eat the kitty right to get the floss up
Kick it Rasta, twist the ziggy tight
Immortal monster, he's pretty right?
But maybe I want to bleed
Maybe that's a luxury
Maybe the drugs pick the color scheme
Lavender ice when I'm grabbing her
Lips so divine
Gripping slow sips of the genuine
Need to feel the feeling of you feeling me
Peel the ceiling off, I wanna feel the heat
Smooth when I find groove in the grime
Juice with the lime, moon with the shine
Moody with the chimes, booty, summertime
Twist the fine line betwixt you and I
I sense you and I, afloat, butterflies
I know what underlies the shadows
I sympathize, but Honey, I get it in
No monies, no enemies
Dumb luck drowning in sinful energies
I guess it all depends on what November brings
With you it's imminent, the grass forever green
You're something I've never seen
Looking at you
Knees buckled at the guillotine
Head in a basket
For you, that's heavenly
Kick the noose and cruise the seven seas
With you, the color blue
Switch moods I'm onto you
Really, really stuck onto you
A pond of glue I'm swimmin' in
So fond of you!
Knock the bottle loose, deuce
Hit the throttle back to the lagoon
Beat it, eat it up!
Put it in a tomb!

(He came to me, my midnight angel)

Just don't get it twisting'
Another day, just another time
For gremlins to run a fade
Another dime for spending on a ton of A
It's too much sand in this wasteland
Not enough shade
Too many bland taste plates in my face, man
Too many damn jakes on my case, man
Me just wanna get faced in the basement
Peach sugar water, bathing in bass, man
Get ya sugar daughter waitin in lace, man
A slow kettle, rose pedals and grapes man
And muddy soda, the honey rolled up, hold up
The soul settles on the waist of a wraith, man
Think it's the brain pain, coach
Had it since the coffin, Gauntlet!
Get the monocle
"Chronicles of the Haunted"
Will leave you coughing, choking on a pole
F- a halo
Kick it, stomp it

Written by:
Spencer Zorn

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