Paulo Leon - Writing Rhymes Instead of Essays

Writing rhymes instead of essays
Shit is messy
Hard to be honest
Although it is tempting
Like pinky ring I'm the last one to fuck with
Woke up in a bad mood
Want some facial tattoos
We both sick of my shit
I pick up my things on the floor
And start a war
My fist in the sink
All over the room like the sirens from springtime
If I'm a 6 you a big dime
I can't afford it
What a surprise this life of mine
I'm in a toilet
Flush
Blushin' from my crush
She don't talk much
Bangs hanging from her head got me starstruck
Tarzan
Swinging from my moods
I'm a dumb fuck
I'm tryna play chess but I'm nervous
Detesting that shit isn't working
Kick off my shoes thinking i need some help
I'm preaching to the choir
I can't believe myself
But I woke up in a bad mood
Want some facial tattoos
No buyer's remorse quit the bitchen
I made my choice don't wanna listen
It's the feeling I get
When the bark on tree starts moving (Could I call you later alligator)
And I'm far on seas, feeling stupid

This a plot twist
I don't know why the cop insist
I breathe out while I got hit
No keys I'm pretty locked in
And I'm fiending
Not my fault fix your posture
Deep down imma think twice
Don't know why the pinks nice
My god, why can't we let bygones be bygones
Rolling joints that's a knee twist
Don't cut with a big knife
This time imma' fit right
Thinking how oh your lips nice

Back when I worked at Fortinos
When I trusted the preroll
No age for casinos
No Bobby DeNiro
What does she know
Well, now that she knows
Cause that's gone forever
Lessons learnt forever
And that's gone forever
Lessons learnt forever
And that's gone forever
Lessons learnt forever
I feel Rick rolled
Rolling on ya again
This ain't a casino
I don't wanna be ur friend
I ain't got money
Or even a Benz
It's for the better
I don't want trouble
I ain't a wrestler
I ain't got muscle
I ain't got leverage

But I can't get you out of my head
Can't get you out of my head
And I can't get you of my head my love
My animosity is dead
What are the odds I see you again
My love
This a plot twist
I don't know why the cop insist
I breathe out while I got hit
No keys I'm pretty locked in
And I'm fiending
Not my fault fix your posture
Deep down imma think twice
Don't know why the pinks nice
My god, why can't we let bygones be bygones
Rolling joints that's a knee twist
Don't cut with a big knife
This time imma' fit right
Thinking how oh your lips nice

I'm taking it easy
But I don't want you to feed me
Cause this ain't soul food
Cousins supporting the locals
And I don't know you
Believe me
Believe me
Maybe I don't wanna go here
Maybe I gotta get sober
I just didn't wanna fold bruh
Blame it on grown ups
Mama please don't disown me
Believe me
I was just stuck in the moment
Keep getting stuck in the moment
Keep getting stuck in the moment
Believe me
Believe me
I will not count as your solider
I will not count as your solider
I will not count as your
Believe me
Believe me

Written by:
Paulo Leon-Reyes

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