I stood higher than the cockpit
Lip cocked back as I started to spit Hard bar after hard bar Loaded between every hit of the drum kit Dirty flows that paint what I've done and where I might go Heat after heat keep my fingers fiddling as past memories keep triggering my facial tick Tears dropping but still able to keep it lit All this baggage I claim to have lifted somehow got me off track holding this splitting As the cherry gets bright after every hit I really out grown all of this I'm the mysterious misfit Praying my intuition don't mi what I had previously envisioned Gripping this mic hopping I don't slip out of sight with all these bright lights blurring my sight as I recite with all my might Every line I've choose to leave my brain exposed heart against the front row voice reaching a suicidal note The bass drop! Dead silence Here I go I'm gone!
Royale jones
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Lyrical Suicide
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