Author Topic: Move on...  (Read 114 times)

bez

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Move on...
« on: March 31, 2009, 10:01:07 AM »
Times in life I've thought I've had enough of this,
I'm a buster justa star but only reaching for spliffs,
I'm a gorilla in the mist, and I can't see straight,
Its been months since I been kissed, an I miss her taste,
So I'm always on the lookout, always staring hard,
But I cop out, the cops out, searching the yard,
Torch lights alight all my wrongs not right,
I write lines do lines just to feel alright,
I'm a lonely guy phony guy never lie to boast,
Call me Bezzie Butter an I'll enjoy the toast,
I'm ghost to you gimmicks, drink all your spirits,
My food for thoughts lyrics so spare a sec to hear this,
I'm hip hop none stop I breathe it every day,
Sit up nightly always scribbiling away,
Wonder if Knightly would knight me, make me a sir,
But all I can see is her... I don't care,
My past's definition is tutition if you listen,
How can you learn in class if you always there missin?
Day dreaming heavy hittin, balls out of the park,
Yet you hang around your park until dark! thats no good,
Listen man, you should, find a talent and excel,
Cos you can't prevail from hell, so fuck an expel,
Stay in school, play the fool, laugh but take note,
Let the sheep go astray and you be the great G.O.A.T,
I promise you will make it, fuck relationships,
Get yourself afloat first before your ship sinks,
Shit stinks if you smell it so only sniff chicks,
That be easy not clingy leave that to thick dicks,
Be number one in your own mind, be unlike me,
My personality's infamous but not famous, I wanna be,
Uncommon like Common only known to a few,
But its true, I gotta bad rep, I don't know what to do,
I look at people and get jealous I want what they got,
I smoked shrubbery, done cane, like a fucking plant pot,
I'm not hot nor cool, I'm a tool, I'm gone,
I guess its time for me to move on, motherfucker I'll move on...
« Last Edit: March 31, 2009, 10:04:12 AM by Bez »