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Holding Funds
Grew up off Nintendo before thoughts like where’d my friends go
Blew a puff of endo before report cards got sent home
Through the rough and then some but I knew that I would spend some
Villains drew my blood, I bled some,
that’s when dude grew up and heads spun
Mates would make a mockery which made my paint my masterpiece
Of late, debate, if safe, to let my heart be free
Maturation hard for me
But she masturbate say make it hard for me
The aches I make her face shes saying make it hard to sleep
It’s hard to breathe when deep in darkness I can hardly see
Still i pace my path and take my scars but lately laughs have ceased
Heal my aching heart and place the plastered parts upon my sleeve
I want to dream but demons think it’s sweet to keep on haunting me
Short of any passion I can lend to a relationship
Causing me to crash them into icebergs and vacate them quick
Give me fleeting gasms, filling chasms with amazing dick
Feeling’s hard to fathom, if she catch ‘em tell her save it bitch
Slow dancing, romancing, hoe, pardon, won’t happen
So guarded, so handsome, no chances, can’t have him
Solo, till I go, I’m so low, still high though
My pogo, come ride hoe, then go phone, some ride home
No one close to being chosen, I’m the chosen one
Bout to make my rise, I’m the golden sun
I won’t say again, already told them once
I won’t stop my strides, till I’m holding funds
No one close to being chosen, I’m the chosen one
Bout to make my rise, I’m the golden sun
I won’t say again, already told them once
I won’t stop my strides, till I’m holding funds
Any given day I turn a hater into motivation
Most are aggravated cause they’re slow in dope creation
Not only dope like damn that’s cool, thats my new inspiration
But dopamine and serotonin, hormonal elevation
Sad motherfuckers need to keep their pennies put away
Save them for a rainy day, not worth the toot you’re gonna say
If you don’t like the shit you see then you could always look away
I’m bringing back the peaceful act like hmm what would have Buddha said?
No one close to being chosen, I’m the chosen one
Bout to make my rise, I’m the golden sun
I won’t say again, already told them once
I won’t stop my strides, till I’m holding funds
No one close to being chosen, I’m the chosen one
Bout to make my rise, I’m the golden sun
I won’t say again, already told them once
I won’t stop my strides, till I’m holding funds
Blew a puff of endo before report cards got sent home
Through the rough and then some but I knew that I would spend some
Villains drew my blood, I bled some,
that’s when dude grew up and heads spun
Mates would make a mockery which made my paint my masterpiece
Of late, debate, if safe, to let my heart be free
Maturation hard for me
But she masturbate say make it hard for me
The aches I make her face shes saying make it hard to sleep
It’s hard to breathe when deep in darkness I can hardly see
Still i pace my path and take my scars but lately laughs have ceased
Heal my aching heart and place the plastered parts upon my sleeve
I want to dream but demons think it’s sweet to keep on haunting me
Short of any passion I can lend to a relationship
Causing me to crash them into icebergs and vacate them quick
Give me fleeting gasms, filling chasms with amazing dick
Feeling’s hard to fathom, if she catch ‘em tell her save it bitch
Slow dancing, romancing, hoe, pardon, won’t happen
So guarded, so handsome, no chances, can’t have him
Solo, till I go, I’m so low, still high though
My pogo, come ride hoe, then go phone, some ride home
No one close to being chosen, I’m the chosen one
Bout to make my rise, I’m the golden sun
I won’t say again, already told them once
I won’t stop my strides, till I’m holding funds
No one close to being chosen, I’m the chosen one
Bout to make my rise, I’m the golden sun
I won’t say again, already told them once
I won’t stop my strides, till I’m holding funds
Any given day I turn a hater into motivation
Most are aggravated cause they’re slow in dope creation
Not only dope like damn that’s cool, thats my new inspiration
But dopamine and serotonin, hormonal elevation
Sad motherfuckers need to keep their pennies put away
Save them for a rainy day, not worth the toot you’re gonna say
If you don’t like the shit you see then you could always look away
I’m bringing back the peaceful act like hmm what would have Buddha said?
No one close to being chosen, I’m the chosen one
Bout to make my rise, I’m the golden sun
I won’t say again, already told them once
I won’t stop my strides, till I’m holding funds
No one close to being chosen, I’m the chosen one
Bout to make my rise, I’m the golden sun
I won’t say again, already told them once
I won’t stop my strides, till I’m holding funds
Published 3rd Nov 2019
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