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Winston Salk
Winston Salk
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How do you make the air crisp with your lips Smack em The red drip smoother then Clapton Playing with his finger tips I got a soul too so I guess that makes two Hope they get along real cool You're making me kinda swoon Let's hit my room Open a bottle of brew Take some shrooms And we can go to the moon Say you wanna get to know me Said that's not how I do I mean if you're my kinda women Then my hopes are something that is past due Check my library card you'll see the hickory glue The fumes are pungent protrude And make a fool out of me that's why I'm hesitant to Even talk about my past I don't want judgment or rules I got the demons in the closet and their punching right through The white mahogany wood It's getting hot i think we should Take off our clothes and go nude You say shut up and continue To elaborate on the truth I wanna get to know the person whose go feel all my moves Alright okay I take breath like I'm Hof Huff and puff about the wood chips and the plentiful rocks Said I slept like an angel in a netted up loft And when I ran down the stairs they screeched like owls who talk Guarded from any loss I guess that's where I felt lost It's selfish in a reflection but colder then Jack Frost I want a bike and a watch I want some might when I walk I want people to know the tremble but don't know what that costs So if it's hope you want from me I'd say turn to the next person But then I get to thinking bout how this feels real important And now I'm hearing a chyme A rhythm full of some rhymes I guess I'll give it a try Shit, Hope I got nine lives So I can see the world about nine times And do all the things that I'd like Change my attitude about Mai tai Sing a couple tracks for the night sky Instead clocking in for a 9 to 5 My momma raised me out a perfect home Took my to Rome Opened doors for me just so I could go and close them So many cold shoulders I hate getting older But you gotta get sick before the wars over Wishing for nights at moma Wishing for hova to turn on my track and focus But I don't think they'll notice I'm just dreaming woke and I wrote this Hope it's cleverly spoken I want the Comcast building whole black mirrored Hilton Universal city for all the children Run around while the joy hits Remember playing with little toy bits On the floor legos and endorphins But now it's who where what are we snorting Now I miss the little things like hearing my dad snoring What once was boring will now be appreciated But if I'm faded I can't even debate it I try to make these things matter Keep that water cold as I fish for the only platter Misdirection was a mind state I wanna be a actor Laughter in my ear shit what's the matter can't handle a little banter I'm not elegant man I try to be all that you want from me I'm selfish I can't You see i dodged a bullet once I was intelligent then But I'm wanna impress my momma with my delicate hand Tell me I'm relevant when What was America's man Turned to world terror in hand His words made my hair stand Now who's inheriting land My brother me Uncle Sam My brother me Uncle Sam My father really the damned Who works a million nights He's got that brilliant light You know the light bulb when the thought connects familiar sight He ain't live like me Tryin to make a better life just so I won't see A time where I can't follow my dreams And I hope I'm making him proud Expectation is a bitch always letting you down But I got some more to say so sit and hear my thoughts out You know what, I'll just quite right down, I'll just quite fight down
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