iceberg760
BeastMode MINUS Cheatcode
~~plan on recording this over the Weekend......
no clue what you looking at, you seeing a mirage
a collage of what we use to be ~ and to me it’s odd…how you refuse to leave;
past tense; quantum leap
I yawn when you speak, @ dawn ~ empty sheets.
I keep you backside ~ cerebral, outta sight, outta mind;
so that’s why I don’t see you ~ ain’t trying to mislead you.
Mean spirited, lyrics get real like ~ real life
my reality show starring me so I just feel like.
The whole world gots to be/watching me/ you probably
you cursing my apologies, thirsting for my sodomy.
I was damaged in transit yet I tried to manage
all my unpacked baggage, but you act as if a savage.
Couldn’t grow up, so what I don’t share love
face it ~ we are what we are but we not what we once was.
you gotta accept that~it seems we take 2 steps forward
but we once step back; I can’t help that.
You living in Re-Runs; you hate what I’ve become
still calling Mr Anderson, but I’m more like the one.
So apologized enough, criticized my abruptness
aint gotta read between lines/all I’m saying is **** this.
Put the blame on me, shame on me for not listening
you’d rather play the victim, grown tired of fiction.
Can’t keep pretending what this story aint resembling
I’ve already seen Black Swan & we both know the ending.
This just ain’t logic, it’s toxic, psychotic
a million & 1 questions; I’m poked & prodded.
You wondering if the Wiz can really hand out hearts
while I’m thinking if this ***** bite is worse than her bark.
Apart from accusing me, misconstruing ~ confusing me
all yo lunacy/past the point of losing me.
But you can’t lose what you can barely afford
I shouldn’t say this out, let alone ~ record.
some Bullshit….
no clue what you looking at, you seeing a mirage
a collage of what we use to be ~ and to me it’s odd…how you refuse to leave;
past tense; quantum leap
I yawn when you speak, @ dawn ~ empty sheets.
I keep you backside ~ cerebral, outta sight, outta mind;
so that’s why I don’t see you ~ ain’t trying to mislead you.
Mean spirited, lyrics get real like ~ real life
my reality show starring me so I just feel like.
The whole world gots to be/watching me/ you probably
you cursing my apologies, thirsting for my sodomy.
I was damaged in transit yet I tried to manage
all my unpacked baggage, but you act as if a savage.
Couldn’t grow up, so what I don’t share love
face it ~ we are what we are but we not what we once was.
you gotta accept that~it seems we take 2 steps forward
but we once step back; I can’t help that.
You living in Re-Runs; you hate what I’ve become
still calling Mr Anderson, but I’m more like the one.
So apologized enough, criticized my abruptness
aint gotta read between lines/all I’m saying is **** this.
Put the blame on me, shame on me for not listening
you’d rather play the victim, grown tired of fiction.
Can’t keep pretending what this story aint resembling
I’ve already seen Black Swan & we both know the ending.
This just ain’t logic, it’s toxic, psychotic
a million & 1 questions; I’m poked & prodded.
You wondering if the Wiz can really hand out hearts
while I’m thinking if this ***** bite is worse than her bark.
Apart from accusing me, misconstruing ~ confusing me
all yo lunacy/past the point of losing me.
But you can’t lose what you can barely afford
I shouldn’t say this out, let alone ~ record.
some Bullshit….
