MR. SiLLY fLOW - DOUBLES.

Grinding teeth into meal, muscles to veal
Cruella devil skinning and peel
Back my intertwined fibers of being
Feel ill so I write lines hoping to find some healing
Big dawg what's going on and tell me what's the deal
I got problems scared perpetually that ima fail
I got knowledge of methods to things
That'll kill
My negative thoughts and feelings
Explicit images leave you reeling
They float around feeding
Weeping in my lonesome
Boastful and talk like I'm the shit
But hold up
I'm the lowest of the low
Villainous flow brittle still dishing out shots
To those that deserve it
Wearing my burdens on my back
Fucking sick show of verbal poison
Curbed blow to the gut makes me throw back up
My words that I'm eating
Fucking ridden with evil
Closed up my innermost demons
Till they're ready to explode
Menial measures of worth, I envelope
Hope I don't go overboard swimming in the muck
Watching myself struggle and laughing as I go
Sea of woes the eye of a crow watches me float
Off to where?
Hell if I know
Shuffle chairs
And hope I'm closer to the throne
Overly obsessed with being the very best to do the rap shit
I wear it on my chest not feeling blessed
But do it with passion
I keep it as real as I can sharing my heart
As emotions happen
I bleed through my art and my eyes as I crash into past tense
Bashful yet fashioned
Masterful craftsman
Lateral abject
Coming in fast
Sends me to the pad again
Blackout while rapping
Wake up
What the fuck happened?
What happens next is tragic
I go to sleep disturbed
And do it all again with new assets
Words pouring out the seams
Burning my being like acid
Avid as a storyteller
Mellow gentle lover
Internal mental struggles
Leak into my daily hustle
At least I stay smooth as butter
Mr. SiLLY fLOW I'm going for doubles

Written by:
Zachary Scheuerman

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