Mushy Lettering
I correct myself on accident while I rap so unsettling my lettering is all mashed up split w into bits of posiden dust.. but that shit's unspoken won't run free til my membranes are broken All a molly really wanted was a conscience with a barrage of polished words stacked on it we all fought to be a boss bitch Get accustomed to the brain buzz and tell your aim to die young cuz we kniw there's no use in wasting bullets go on and prod my ego til it hurts Because I need to be released from this If a random strand turns manic then, I can strengthen the spine with gibberish? its hit or miss what is pure bliss when I get completely immersed in this chaos circus of circumstance Id like to thank the universe For giving my mom her biggest gift which was making me dance and understand my stupid human movements somehow through it i knew it conducive to scream into the wind even if the crickets are the only audience so upsetting the letters are just as fucked up dissolving through the walls? I say the echoe's still stuck in the concrete let delusion take me hang my soul by the snout til it's angry Only then is when the ink leaks out. Only then is when I breathe with appreciated doubt. Only then is when I come to. come to notice that I am golden, i am free, and willing to risk everything i guess if its inevitable i might as well set off molatoffs scribble shit talk all over chalk walls learn to accept my dirty laundry fix the flaws you call intolerable your feelin sorta claustrophobic so close to overdosing on emotions and dull moments if u cant stand the shit cmon and climb your ass out this hole then cling to the grass as my world spins Sure is somethin' when alla sudden the sinking sun floods your stomach up with fuzziness and you can't fucking help but GRIN someday i can melt with him he can help me gamble the shitty hand we were dealt and hell we might be broke but we woke knowing how to slaughter egos so we can feed hope An entire world that might contain you the possiblities.. , the alternates.. full of the water that washed it away. Apparently my lettering is all mashed up I wonder if it will stay that way.
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“So close to over dosing on emotions” very nice and catchy, your voice started synchronizing beat for beat when completely got me in the zone, keep doing it baby girl, you got this! 😉
I love it I think u went all in on um #FullyHomo 😜 thats your first battle flow
dam girl you getting better every time u push record
@@bowedbranches strictly professional so like for r image we would have to hold hands so on so on
lol y going to be my first lady lol
u send a request lets kick every one 0ff my crew and start from scratch loo
Mushy lettering so unsettling my lettering is all mashed up split w into bits of posiden dust.. but that shit's unspoken won't run free til my membranes are broken All a molly really wanted was a conscience with a barrage of polished words stacked on it we all fought to be a boss bitch Get accustomed to the brain buzz and tell your aim to die young cuz we kniw there's no use in wasting bullets go on and prod my ego til it hurts Because I need to be released from this If a random strand turns manic then, I can strengthen the spine with gibberish? its hit or miss what is pure bliss when I get completely immersed in this chaos circus of circumstance Id like to thank the universe For giving my mom her biggest gift which was making me dance and understand my stupid human movements somehow through it i knew it conducive to scream into the wind even if the crickets are the only audience so upsetting the letters are just as fucked up dissolving through the walls? I say the echoe's still stuck in the concrete let delusion take me hang my soul by the snout til it's angry Only then is when the ink leaks out. Only then is when I breathe with appreciated doubt. Only then is when I come to. come to notice that I am golden, i am free, and willing to risk everything i guess if its inevitable i might as well set off molatoffs scribble shit talk all over chalk walls learn to accept my dirty laundry fix the flaws you call intolerable your feelin sorta claustrophobic so close to overdosing on emotions and dull moments if u cant stand the shit cmon and climb your ass out this hole then cling to the grass as my world spins Sure is somethin' when alla sudden the sinking sun floods your stomach up with fuzziness and you can't fucking help but GRIN someday i can melt with him he can help me gamble the shitty hand we were dealt and hell we might be broke but we woke knowing how to slaughter egos so we can feed hope An entire world that might contain you the possiblities.. , the alternates.. full of the water that washed it away. Apparently my lettering is all mashed up I wonder if it will stay that way.