i dont get it
i dont have any inspiration at the moment
why am i going so plain ?
i need to take the plane to glide the plains and come back
maybe im bored of my environment
am i fiending for some action
how about a sexual encounter with a unfamilliar lover
my reaction will be quicker then the science of sport's stopwatch
so should she just stop and watch ? of course not join me
lets have a threesome until we knock every walls except the door
then go home like we never met before
maybe i need a romantic adventure with a beautiful stranger
let me grab the keys lets head to miami beach
then go dirty dancing till late in the evening
stroll the beach while enjoying a melting sunset
then have sweaty sex with a slow fan glaring at the action
or better yet lets have a drinking contest
wet t-shirt contests is a conquest ready to be explored to the fullest
big breasts and jumping makes my mouth drool wide open
i figured out my problem i overthink to much of a situation
now im writing shit and its flowing quick
more like my rhymes are a breeze
that comes from underneath and smother you in heat
the devil is in us
dont be scared just take my hand
i made one with darkness
mentality of an anti-hero but escaped it
now a lonely specter of the dark side
im saying a bunch of shit im pretty bored
but im still a darth
choke you with my mind
but cant even throw a dart without flitching
and feeling like its going to flick into someones eye
is it itching ?
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