hit clips pt ii

In that midnight hour anything a happen

If I said I miss you no I didn’t I was cappin I attached you got Chaplin

 Was I fast?

Thought we was platinum

Fact is

I knew Cupid caught me lackin when you pooped my deck and my reply was “ai yai cap’n”

Fact is

We was never gonna see the steeple pappies clappin

riced rugs players anthem

uncs, cuz: praying, dancin

aunts hot gotta fan ‘em

ties tugged, you look handsome

cake bites bit in tandem

black bands for the fashion

cans tied to the phantoms

it ain’t that hard to imagine

it’s tragic how things just have a way of getting away

young lovers living in a liminal haze

maxing mum’s link broke off of minimum wage

it was spoke or choke i stayed with a baby blue face

time tricks, G, I hate how things change

Tides shift, Rhi we navied the waves

Wanted the ocean you needed a lake

memories bleed and then evaporate

weeks become days and the days have no date

sun bleached ya brain now eye brine cant escape

Inmates try skate down ya icy facade

You rush to scrape all that freedom away

Gotta make sure nobody seen you break

Gotta make

Swimming in my mind

Skinny dipping

Counting all the

mountains on ya spine

‘Member how you pointed out the moon looked like a pie?

I was staring at your hand, think I’m ready for a slice

I never been

On time

Stroll the beat slow, scroll your likes

Can’t press rewind

Drowning in that blue light

(Cus honestly, honestly truly...

I feel like when that **** died, he instantly thought about what– what actually mattered, like.

The genuine shit that he actually had.

That shit’s crazy.

Cus it was the most blatant sign of like. ****.

Stop doing this, and do this.

That shit wild because my dreams be telling me everything.

My dreams be telling me fucking everything

and **** can call me insane

but I be knowing what the fuck going on–

i be- i be knowing what the fuck is going on just from paying attention)