PLUM BRUISES 4ria

Holding a grudge 
I can’t forfeit to bid you 
Good luck, but life’s tough 
This mistrust will forbid you 
I’m sick of you fucks 
And i’ll never forgive you 
Get stuck, it’s a rush 
The shit i did is official 
Here is a fistful of signals 
Bitch, wishing you well 
And words sizzle like flames 
The pains simple as hell 
Shit, i still sit & dwell 
About her eyes blue crystal 
Five, two bitch who mystified my temple 
Dimples hide behind her mental 
State of mind dissembled 
I dreamt of a new life 
But realized my new potential 
Fed up with thе gripes 
The lights had heightеned 
With two red bull’s down my pipe 
I’m still resentful 
Towards the nights still uneventful
But i still write without a pencil 
To ignite something less gentle 
Sensual as i bite a chunk of cud 
I’m out the mud hoe 
My mind is dirty as your love 
Never could trust a hoe 
Bust a nut 
& paint her face with my cum like a Juggalo 
The rush implodes
Make a rude bitch croon like Cudi’s flow
Cut it, i colored my brand new vision with another tone
Just a fucking smidgeon to glisten 
Bitch, you must get stoned like dylan
Here’s a new condition 
Given the brush i hold 
Consist of the images 
Scripted like a puppet show 
Father time aligns my anxieties
And i hit the mother load 
With prescriptions, you must’ve known 
Barely sleep & it fucking shows 
You ain’t heard like a buffalo 
What i observe, it must oppose 
All the woes that i stumble fo 
All the hoes, it ain’t nothing tho 
All they know.  it ain’t nothing tho 
All they know.  it ain’t nothing tho