Waiting for it to get heavy
Evi Arri128 Plays
•12 Nov 2020
Hit like a marker, you can call me sharpie, leave a permanent stain on your best pair of nikes, no need for hyping, hypnotizing, high strung, but this is riding, dipping, diving, off this silver tongue, [breathe] having so much, god, damn ,fun, and to think, in blink it could be gone, ripped apart, floating in the zephyr, heart like a feather, better than ever, new and improved, buisness or pleasure? Yeah both, it's whatever, and no I don't think I'm clever, however, my passions forever, I'll dispatch them with enthusiasm, like an assassin, no longer button mashing, lights flashing, power level rising, it's over 9000, nostalgia is blinding, not surprising, and slowly from this grinding, finding a path, at last, after years lost in a storm at sea, the only one to outperform is me, so even to odd, and oddly even, what are you even believing in, why are you even breathing, to witness every season, the moment you should be seizing, and never ever ceasing, to dream bigger things, a life without strings, attached, got to adapt, the surface you have scratched, nervous with a new purpose, tuning up the circuits, hard-wired, to divergence, steady, dedicated, and ready, deadly, waiting on and for shit to get heavy, waiting on the low for shit to get heady
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@itzloki8ty Thank you so much, more to come! <3
@evieye thats🔥💯
Hit like a marker, you can call me sharpie, leave a permanent stain on your best pair of nikes, no need for hyping, hypnotizing, high strung, but this is riding, dipping, diving, off this silver tongue, [breathe] having so much, god, damn ,fun, and to think, in blink it could be gone, ripped apart, floating in the zephyr, heart like a feather, better than ever, new and improved, buisness or pleasure? Yeah both, it's whatever, and no I don't think I'm clever, however, my passions forever, I'll dispatch them with enthusiasm, like an assassin, no longer button mashing, lights flashing, power level rising, it's over 9000, nostalgia is blinding, not surprising, and slowly from this grinding, finding a path, at last, after years lost in a storm at sea, the only one to outperform is me, so even to odd, and oddly even, what are you even believing in, why are you even breathing, to witness every season, the moment you should be seizing, and never ever ceasing, to dream bigger things, a life without strings, attached, got to adapt, the surface you have scratched, nervous with a new purpose, tuning up the circuits, hard-wired, to divergence, steady, dedicated, and ready, deadly, waiting on and for shit to get heavy, waiting on the low for shit to get heady
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