Summers done

High till my mind run defied by the sun
Time on the lines I could be writin rhymes son
Sky tonight dry the moon an the scum
I like to stay inside away from the fuss

Some day I’ll fly away from the pain to my love
O graves in the rain I can prey for my lust
Complain ov distain on a wave is a must
Betrayed by my fate too late to gain sluts

Waitin for my kingdom ov stains in th dust
Debatin o the hate as a way to gain trust
Slatin ov the greats no wait I’d get fucked
No way am comin up like am munching on duds

A whiff o the knickers no way I get enough
Horrific for my ticker like am sniffing white stuff
Stick it to my figure stuff my belly with th buns
Fill it full a liquor till I get a bigger tum

High till my mind run defied by the sun
Time on the lines I could be writin rhymes son
Quick to stick my eyes to the tits and the bums
Slick in my vision no grip to win some

Pull a trick ov indecision dull flickers o the glum
Skulls in conundrum flip out without fun
Doubts o gettin nowt drouts ov exclusion
Amount to dissolusioned days diggin numb

Bouts ov delusion corrosion to my house
Shoutin like a mouse so you wont hear me out
No clout no solution loosin like a lout
Brusin on the lager an cruisin for a cow

High till my mind run defied by the sun
Time on the lines I could be writin rhymes son
Sky tonight dry the moon and the scum
I like to stay inside away from the fuss

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