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Bayley

Bayley (wrestler) (born 1989), American professional wrestler more »

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Recently I found myself in a permanent slumber
Medicate: count the bottles by the number
I'm nauseous from impatience as I stand as one
One round one gun
So real one hundred
A cloud's got me blunted
Staring at a fifty wasted
If I grip it see how it tasted
But I hate the sonics
Appropriating like I speak ebonics
Shit felt it's honest
Blow off some steam lift up the bonnet
Wondering whether I'll be free from it
There's no engine in fencing
There's a face but I can't face up
To the mythical man
Not a spiritual fan
But he's here in the air not in the flesh
Just hope he listens to what's next
Well I've got some questions
I find it odd when I'm alone
Someone's looking down
Someone's looking down
I know that I will be wrong
But I don't hear a sound
No I don't hear a sound
If I were to lay here for an eternity in this field
I wonder the memories that my loved ones yield
Are enough to understand the son who had just begun
To understand that the battle was already overcome
The way each triumph proved the war could never be won
And he knew this on his head yeah it weighed a tonne
But he knew that his art was all he could have ever done
I don't do this shit for fun
I do this because I can
I do this cause I'm a fan
They say as soon as you stand still
So your progress will
So if I stand still
No that I'm either dead or that I'm writing to kill
To move to LA hunt for that dollar bill
So that I can look back and think f*ck you, you missed out
And I won't see your text from the scroungers I lost count
Or so I say
Binary mental state
A value of good and a value of stay away
Guess what this is
As I sit ontop of Mount Olympus
I find it odd when I'm alone
Someone's looking down
Someone's looking down
Am I the only one who imagines jumping out that car door
The screech of the tires as my body hits the floor
This is not suicidal shit like before
I'm just sitting where the monster is
Questioning human consciousness
Don't take me to one of those hospices
I'm another one of those teenage novices
Another teenage burden to society
Cause my interests are tainted with the taste of sobriety
The immature aim for notoriety
Like those bigger than me
Of course they are
A star shines
But a Sun climbs
To the point of dominance
And until then I'll just rely on this substance
I know that I'll be wrong
But I don't hear a sound
No I don't hear a sound
It's funny how a person can represent your ideas when you say them
But I promise this not that when I lay them
This the only text where you can't grade them
Just some conversations with ol' Satan
Hoping security comes with maturity
Cause at the moment this shit gets to me
But I'll be fine soon
Ignorant thoughts
What ignorance bought
What mentality fought
And to cut this short
I've already chosen my sport
I've already chosen my spot
So we'll see what happens
I find it odd when I'm alone
Someone's looking down
Someone's looking down
I know that I'll be wrong
But I don't hear a sound
No I don't hear a sound

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