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of a tortured artist
Been hurt 8 times exactly
Since I've left you
In all the ways a boy could hurt a woman
A damaged person
A painter's muse
Yet no one here

to join your graceful flight

Dear charity, please be my muse and honeybee
And pledge to me
To compromise my anonymity

My charity wears red by day and rags

ass too, so I'ma need a bad bad muse in my lounge (Win)
How are bad moves doin' rounds?
Got me doin' dance moves on the couch
Got me doin' dance moves

Utopian idealist breaking ways for all to see
Deconstructed patterns manifest in broken helpless souls
Inspiration draws her source from a muse that mutes

Yeah
Yours truly, yeah
Need you by my side (Yeah)
Girl, is you a ride or die? Ay
Tell me now 'cause I really gotta know
I'm as real as they come, I

You were the muse
You made me shoulder
Full of abuse
Now I'm scared
You left me hurt
We were so young
We were in love
So many clues
That i was used
You

When I walk by your man I know who he choose
It's me that he wants he say I'm his muse
I ain't tryna be rude but you like a dude
I ain't into cappin I'm

Influence from the roots
Never enough booze
A clever degenerate playing by his own rules
Cold cold news
Old man needs some old E to ammuse
His mind, in time

Harmony in love is what we seek.

Through air and over water
By the sand and sea
Into the fire and brimstone 
Is where you’re taking me
You lead me onward

just manifestation
I've got my Abra, Kadabra
And you know Alakazam
If you can't make me crack a smile
Then you're the muse in my museum

Riddle me this

my palate
Is such a bone crushin instrument of malice
I'm self-tortured, bitch enough
The challenges administered by my own friends
The simple breeze

They introduced her to the world
Used to watch her unfurl
She a lil like belief
But she elusive and more thorough
She was my muse
Always told me make

over heels but my
Heart says i like this
My muse it's for you that I write this
You make a G send out sappy emojis
Forever yours, chivalry is alive

don't give a fuck
About you and your truces
My bitch and my weed, they my muses
I hit them both, I'm abusive
Nothin' but true shit in my music
Yo' shit is

with the tool on the stool
Dropped out of school, took a flight
Got 'em waitin' on the muse
Hah, I'm influence ain't get no cash
What the fuck is you

Transdimensional beings, I wanna be em
I wanna see em!
Two ounces of psilocybin lets call
It my per diem
My pics they getting liked up by your BM
I

Pour me a drink while I try not to think about times going by
All the love to untie
I'd be fooling myself if it wasn't for the light in your eyes

just please say please
I can tell you're intrigued by the way you peep my physique
I can be your muse for the afternoon
I'm so proud of you, doing

need money, moolah
Not you again, to be honest
I'm making dough, lots of it
Step by step no need to run
She held my hand, I let her go
Don't call me

don't want to
I'm still alone, the fuck do I do?
By choice, just not mine
Still dying, but I'm fine
Still trying, full throttle
Ayrton Senna, every bottle

I wait, to see another line
I search for notes to write my life
The night goes by but nothing comes
Perhaps with drugs they’d roll, the drum

Alone ,

lies the ones who keep stalling
Alone at Therapy Sessions im given these options:
Every night drinking til I feel the pain less
My muse already gone
That

bout these other hoes
They’re not touching you 
Under the moon light 
Under the bright stars
Your the best girl I’ve had 
and that’s by far 
When i get

Bright enough to guide me, an ocean defied
But as I burn, they've all turned away one by one
In the end, am I alone?

Like a boat lost at sea (You're not