Taste Buds

Writing verses with my eyes closed
Spitting with a blindfold
Try and fold the paper seven times and get your mind blown
Crystal chain and fly stones
Steady beating milestones
Sitting back and chilling and grilling out with them fly homies
Live and die and stay holy
Haters with the fake Rollie
Get cake, drop for fake clocks that die slowly
Cut the script of resurrection
Bring the sauce from new directions
Blocking competition to switch it up into new dimensions
Writing with my palms down, living life to the fullest
My bowl is getting full of Cheerios and golden bullets
Bullies and toothaches for a couple years
I never seem to care much about a double piercing
Fierce scenes, like a dream, but it’s life
Reality, enticed, like a night out
It’s nice to love and have riches
But keep it quiet, I’m fighting a struggle to keep it light and
I’m piping hot like the python
My mind is kept in, steadily choosing, repping
Throwing up big Ds with more cheese than pepperoni
You haters acting phony
Slimmer, and hella bony
I bring the beat in if anyone tries to run up on me
Look, stop, and pay attention
To Mikey’s daily blessings
Spreading confession with spirit holier than the weapon
(?) precense
To feed y’all inner peasants
Eagles corrupted with jealousy and the will to give in
I’m chilling here with Marques, we barking for all these problems
We down and out like we Batman and Robin and kicking carcasses
Carpooling and we rocking with Kappa, (?), and Prada
In black and white like I’m modestly honest, (?) me, honored it
Off with their head
I’m playing around, but think of the kids
They saying these things like they’re not as big as they seem
A queen sized chocolate candy Captain Crunch
Eating brunch with my brother, talking smack and sipping punch
I ain’t gonna lie, Mikey
Some fruit punch sound good as hell
Not that sugar free shit
Like, some good fruit punch, like Hawaiian Punch
Sipping punch and acting lazy
Green for lunch and dinner maybe
Walking through a field of Dasies
Hold the world like I was Hades
Never phase me that they hate me
Gave me names that were degrading
I’m a demi in the sea of young prodigies in the making
Sipping punch and acting lazy
Green for lunch and dinner maybe
Walking through a field of Dasies
Hold the world like I was Hades
Never phase me that they hate me
Gave me names that were degrading
I’m a demi in the sea of young prodigies in the making
Tryna find time for the right rhymes
For the right guys, talking best buds
Mocking taste buds, making flash floods
For my baby sister, who I’ve always loved
Never talked to me
Never telling me what’s underneath
Used to put me to sleep with a lullaby
Now I sit and complain, yeah, the same guy
With the same mind, yeah, the same ties
With the different ride, isn’t that right?
Does it sound nice?
Sending mail to my address
Says you (?) down, but you left state
That’s the facts, mate
That’s the facts, man
Took a long time to get the path straight
If you ask me, that’s the past made
But all this drama’s got me gasping
Sipping punch and acting lazy
Green for lunch and dinner maybe
Walking through a field of Dasies
Hold the world like I was Hades
Never phase me that they hate me
Gave me names that were degrading
I’m a demi in the sea of young prodigies in the making
Sipping punch and acting lazy
Green for lunch and dinner maybe
Walking through a field of Dasies
Hold the world like I was Hades
Never phase me that they hate me
Gave me names that were degrading
I’m a demi in the sea of young prodigies in the making
Too conflicted from reminicising
Petitions of signing scriptures and missing the bigger pictures
Society overlooks
And I’m bound to just self destruct and comply to what isn’t right
And rely on the people
I ain’t give up on my dreams and die
But I won’t
'Cause I can’t
Move around across the town like I’m the man
Mega Man got a plan
To free the lambs
And hold his hands with gold medallions worth about hundred grands