Synchronized hierophant I've been misplaced
Waste no time with those with no taste
Deep within that womb held plenty shadow
No sense in direction just Peadal to the Medal
Permeated lips inseparable thick honeys
Sticky rubberband pops and ultra red money
Steel clips with unloadable ammos
Stagnant picks, Just a limited sad hoe
I could do you worse, but there’s no time to play
There are Unfinished business and debts to be paid
Time ain’t history your presence is imbalanced
Fluttering Tiger Milkweeds Drenched in Molasses
Creased corners sticky bedding still rose-tinTed glasses
Fangs start to pop out when they see valued gifts & talents
I might do you worse , so just shut up and pray
Contentment made realities, oh you gone rue the day
Cobalt crust just above the wooha
Liquid advice drowned in hoorah
Well , are you more than just a pick me?
Living in your fears till damn near fifty
Call your lifeline then , its time to hang up
Cause that Ego maniac eclipse couldn’t shame us
Womb shadow could finally set you free , but
No lookbacks when you are already waist-deep
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Amourè Deezyy
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