ALØNG (lofi demo)

#original #experiMENTAL #undergroundrap #2021heat #bmbest #groovy #lyrical ⬇️⬇️ **LYRiiiCZz: Alone from Humanity. So close to Insanity. Don't know if I've ever had my own identity. Even though, I know I shall eventually. Slow and steadily I go. I'll grow eventually. Choked by the hand of the Unnatural entity. The factual recollection. From an actual memory. Way back when he was Left for dead. because He fell in love. Faster than an avalanche, Or skydive jump. Not one fuck given. All the bitches in his existence have been corrupt. Seduction of lust. Sucked into her clutches. Left to suffer. But he sucked it up . Crushed and uncomfortable. Done being Stuck in a rut. in need of someone to trust. Beginning to believe he's truly unlovable. Stupid destructive. An Unlucky junkie. numb from the drugs. Layered up. With his Jeans flooding. He'll keep you cumming, until you conceive a bun in the oven. Breathing deep In the sheets when you fuck him. Rough Deep thrusts, when conducting heat like an oven. Please a freak with ease. Best believe I keep the keys to the dungeon. But that's nothin' to a G. That's nothin'! Fuck love! None of me is enough. Crumbling to dust. Nothing is fun for me. Everything is funny. Life's but a dream and stuff. All I need is to be free. Someone to fuck, drugs, & a bunch of fuckin money! As long as the trees are green, stars are far, and the Sun's beaming heat on me when it's sunny. Legs to walk, oxygen to breathe in. Is destiny a real thing? Or, just some optimistic myth to believe in? On the brink of reaching my edge of ascension. The sight of enlightenment. Realizing the type of HumAn Being I am designed as. Chances are bleak for the dark star child. Nice but far from weak. How far are my arms gonna reach? Heaping amounts of uncountable currency. Turning the world into tortured hordes of born to be war horses. More like war corpses. For an authorities horrific purpose. That only serves the elites who herd the sheep into the heat of the furnace. Street sweep the imaginative and creative brains. No chance for expansion. No matter your trait or craft to wish to attain or master. Blasphemous actions on their behalf. Deceiving the masses is their tactics. They can't Understand that it's all apart of their plan. Magic for the blessed. Tragic for the rest. Obsessed with traveling the planets. Free from the wretched hands of death. The government dramatically threats. No theory it's really as bad as it gets. Mass hysteria hasn't advertised it's cancerous spread just yet. It's only a matter of time, Then it's lights, camera, action! Aftermath is The End. Scatter the ashes after they've burned. Better learn to laugh hard as you can. Better learn to let go of the past and forget. Better never let yourself ever have a regret. Release all that pressure. That's been building up in your head. Always Remember: you're not dead, till you're dead.