scarlet horses
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•04 Jul 2021
yea you know my name wild child riled up yup never been tame spirit of the wild mustang unchained its the same as its ever been man fuck it kept swimming til im belly up runnin a fever dream in Celsius i dont give a single fuck lets self destruct never learned to handle love with a velvet glove yea my only way inside has been welded shut i dont mind my evil side let the dark envelop us im sendin slugs with regards from Beelzebub i like that shade of red like blood or cherry plum i throw ya ass off in the trunk when everyone is getting drunk wrapped around my finger, under my thumb thats my idea of getting some im not even close to done, you fool so meddlesome pull up to the petrol pump, full tank for a run we on a treasure hunt. light the blunt, now im ready for my very last stunt best is yet to come yea quick fast and in a hurry like lickety split the thoughts i have when someone says “live through your kids” like it or not that tends to make me physically sick theres such dignity in risk, even when you miss tsk tsk diss if you want, living life by ignorance is bliss im at the fountain of youth and I drink like a fish yea i got one of those and a thingamajig modern day outlaw somethin like Billy the kid been willing to kill on the Will o' the wisp been writing my jams with invisible ink yea been hissing words to form my original sin asking me how and when but bitch i been living in it still my attitude is fit for a king while you been mixing your drinks and looking pretty in pink i been keeping secrets within yea my own whispers on the wind when i stick it to ya make you feel sick to the gills burnt candle wicks my only admission of guilt yea im down with the sickness critically ill ain’t never gonna get caught with my fingers in the till yall know the damn deal its kill or be killed i just been burnin my weed with the need for speed and the poster that says dead or alive and my competitive drive compels me to strive to get the latter word erased And replaced with a better picture of my face already severed my line from source now excuse me, while i ride into war to claim what may be rightfully yours young lord cut loose from a psychiatric ward before you speak make sure this line is secure four words to know about me still waters run deep once we met and you see im sure you'll agree this empire to be has been brought to its knees and ive got everything you want more than you need unfortunately hold up. you talking to me? went from how does it feel? to caught in the wheel. rather get killed than have to deal flip the fucking automobile stand before the lord and an angelic Board of Appeals seems ive been lulled into a false sense of security yet this is nothing out of the ordinary yea theres miles to go before I sleep in my thoughts and deed burn my weed and ride my steed sucka please, i dont give a damn about what could possibly come to be yea refining my impurity is my high priority forever on the run from the thought police im a master of my word craft ink sorcery spoken into verbs - audibly to orderly amature autopsy in the dense forestry when im goin off like a higher power it hard to think mortally, how can i be so raw, flawlessly and yet think so cautiously yea i put it on repeat and walk the beat in the fire of my minds eye theres a forgery where my demons fry awfully my slander is no different than my banter
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yea you know my name wild child riled up yup never been tame spirit of the wild mustang unchained its the same as its ever been man fuck it kept swimming til im belly up runnin a fever dream in Celsius i dont give a single fuck lets self destruct never learned to handle love with a velvet glove yea my only way inside has been welded shut i dont mind my evil side let the dark envelop us im sendin slugs with regards from Beelzebub i like that shade of red like blood or cherry plum i throw ya ass off in the trunk when everyone is getting drunk wrapped around my finger, under my thumb thats my idea of getting some im not even close to done, you fool so meddlesome pull up to the petrol pump, full tank for a run we on a treasure hunt. light the blunt, now im ready for my very last stunt best is yet to come yea quick fast and in a hurry like lickety split the thoughts i have when someone says “live through your kids” like it or not that tends to make me physically sick theres such dignity in risk, even when you miss tsk tsk diss if you want, living life by ignorance is bliss im at the fountain of youth and I drink like a fish yea i got one of those and a thingamajig modern day outlaw somethin like Billy the kid been willing to kill on the Will o' the wisp been writing my jams with invisible ink yea been hissing words to form my original sin asking me how and when but bitch i been living in it still my attitude is fit for a king while you been mixing your drinks and looking pretty in pink i been keeping secrets within yea my own whispers on the wind when i stick it to ya make you feel sick to the gills burnt candle wicks my only admission of guilt yea im down with the sickness critically ill ain’t never gonna get caught with my fingers in the till yall know the damn deal its kill or be killed i just been burnin my weed with the need for speed and the poster that says dead or alive and my competitive drive compels me to strive to get the latter word erased And replaced with a better picture of my face already severed my line from source now excuse me, while i ride into war to claim what may be rightfully yours young lord cut loose from a psychiatric ward before you speak make sure this line is secure four words to know about me still waters run deep once we met and you see im sure you'll agree this empire to be has been brought to its knees and ive got everything you want more than you need unfortunately hold up. you talking to me? went from how does it feel? to caught in the wheel. rather get killed than have to deal flip the fucking automobile stand before the lord and an angelic Board of Appeals seems ive been lulled into a false sense of security yet this is nothing out of the ordinary yea theres miles to go before I sleep in my thoughts and deed burn my weed and ride my steed sucka please, i dont give a damn about what could possibly come to be yea refining my impurity is my high priority forever on the run from the thought police im a master of my word craft ink sorcery spoken into verbs - audibly to orderly amature autopsy in the dense forestry when im goin off like a higher power it hard to think mortally, how can i be so raw, flawlessly and yet think so cautiously yea i put it on repeat and walk the beat in the fire of my minds eye theres a forgery where my demons fry awfully my slander is no different than my banter
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