Moonfire

Headed back to the apple, a return visit But the urn empty I ain't got the burn in me I even turned tipsy None of me's concerned honey berry singed my nerve endings None of this confirmed and this the shit I put my word into Still on the curb but it curve different Moving on the same urges that got auntie home burst into Still the guy with sutured innards The sky is in my future sense it cumulonimbus whisper Accumulate shit I sent for Assuming they don't hit me Getting the love I give more and that make my muscles stiffen Zupa di mussels steaming Cruise with a couple demons Lucid enough to be made to look dumb by my allegiance Cap trapped in my schooling, rap asking for time to spit Unwinding brain, mind and consciousness I want her grapevined around my shit the same time her Countenance decays mine and pounds it in, that's how arousal is Silence at a premium Granddaddy still know my name he say it when I dream of him Forget it when his core is solid that ain't where the meaning is Folks just got too old and I was way too young to see it then I just hope this shit reaches him It hurts not to believe in shit when all you need's belief and shit I said it's hard not to believe in Shit when all you need's belief and shit Serving back n' forth with Venus tryna stay serene, admit I'm nervous racket borne with Lesions slipping through the sleekest grip Can't wait until my raps is more than stashes for my secrets I can't wait till my casanova complex bring me peace I can't wait until this master rapping finally reap some decent ends Got a degree in hearing 'where do the secrets end?' Gotta appease appearances, spirit been leaning in this rap shit I kneel to it, annealed in my attachment My craft is a crap-shoot I bask 'cause I'm a natural I clash with my antagonist I laugh, they think this battle's new I had failed off what I had to see Got the fuck up Brush my self off, cursing gravity Burning rubber to preserve my burnt anatomy My house a thousand miles for me, I never felt more at home Until today I never felt overgrown The second step is to accept that shit ain't goin wrong These niggas wilted, Mavi never stopped growing homes Stopped growing Let the sun talk It's like Nigga the thing about "let the sun talk" Is nigga You don't let the sun do nothing The sun gon' come up The sun gon' do what the fuck it do And you gon' muhfuckin You might see that shit, you might not But you definitely gon' feel that shit And you gon' miss that muhfucker when it's gone