Lyrics:
cap and his drink as he looks
At the man in a position of power reading
A graphic novel of Plato and Thomas in bed
Too many words, he murmurs
in 2009
With my sundress that you kept like a prize
Your mouth was my pill bottle
Drawn out like a graphic novel
Oh
Oh
In the car park listening
discretion is advised
Nudity and graphic language are in these lines
I captured lightening in a bottle, with my raunchy debacle
This like a page from a ghetto
and killer tactics, spitting words plus
Semi-automatic slurs, peep the graphic
Novel from the genie bottle, hit the clutch
Shift the gear now, full
of melodic, hypnotic productions
That'll fuck with your conscience and touch your emotions
(You feel me? You feel me?)
You feel me? I'll write a graphic
of melodic, hypnotic productions
That'll fuck with your conscience and touch your emotions
(You feel me? You feel me?)
You feel me? I'll write a graphic
a winner
This love song has turned into a novel
It goes on and on and on until I grovel
At your feet and by your doorstep where your light is on but nobody's
Try not to trip over limb when hoppin the fence of neighbors yard
Can't censor the story front page look like a tetris level,
I'm graphic no novels
Typing novels, graphic novels
Vendetta been all I am
A pretty polished alcoholic
Fear the man behind the bottle
What I mean, what I mean,
Why'd she leave,
Tangled sheets
Ayahuasca
One of the most amazing novelists
All great Canadian novels are about alcoholics in old houses in Newfoundland
Fucking JC
Bad
of melodic, hypnotic productions
That'll fuck with your conscience and touch your emotions
(You feel me? You feel me?)
You feel me? I'll write a graphic
eye's wide open
The other two are slightly cracked
All I do is write this
Graphic novel in graphic language
And the blazing path that
Follows you can't
the knowledge as we blaze the situation, so just feel me now
Now my verbal illustration graphic more than Playstation
Microphone occupation operation save
You're a mouthful
That amounts for another week on my own
Now I'm a novel made resourceful
I start a chain with my thought
Talk is cheap, my darling
You're a mouthful
That amounts for another week on my own
Now I'm a novel made resourceful
I start a chain with my thought
Talk is cheap, my darling
When
You're a mouthful
That amounts for another week on my own
Now I'm a novel made resourceful
I start a chain with my thought
Talk is cheap, my darling
When
the graphic
The game is graphic, and the classic, in and out of traffic
Money stackin, by any means keep your gadget
And find a way to keep supporting my
venom in this pen
I write another graphic novel
Blacker than the dark night
A harder fight than the war
Within and can't pretend
That this is where
High up in the Hollywood Hills taking violet pills
Writing all of my songs about my cheap thrills
You're a hard man to love and I'm
A hard woman
inspiration in every creation
No cheap imitations, not here in me store
With garments as such as was owned by a Duchess
Just once at some royal occasion of yore
cheap, talk is cheap
And guess what, I can afford it (Goddamn)
And I ain't trickin' if you got it (yeah)
Bae if I got it, then you got it (yeah)
Bae
like toffee My shit is wavy, your shit choppy
Can you hear me
Copy, copy
Goin' hard in the paint, call the flagrant If you throwin' cheap shots, stay
There's pure inspiration in every creation
No cheap imitations, not here in me store
With garments as such as was owned by a Duchess
Just once at some
bombshell
Twisted up exotic
A Force full of wonder women
That’s a crossover
This is not a comic
Life a graphic novel
Just another chapter
Karma coming down
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