Fallen Won

Apple of my eye My demon and my finance If I could break it down You'll never see my eyes red What you say? I'm skating now that falling Don't tell me no I'll Air Force you out Roll my own dice I'm saucy now 180 thoughts in the water I'm just swimming on target Couple spots I might harvest Watch this Long money lust Imma come so don't rush me Big shit all on my hush don't touch me I'm the only person imma call when it's fuck me, yeah Long money lust Imma come so don't rush me Big shit all on my hush don't touch me I'm the only person imma call when it's fuck me, yeah I don't owe shit but the truth where it's empty I don't owe shit but the truth where it's empty Butterflies loose on my roof Cut the cycle My head is not a loose leaf Tip: cut the fence. No fence. lose the title Now I'm at the head of the fence Face on the table Black like the abyss of my idol Just inspiration of mistakes Butterflies loose on my roof Just killed the title Now I'm just grooming at the lake Pivot the riddle and now I'm floating in the space of the author Living in the room of the rich Not offered shit But I'm taking everything I paused on God veins but I wasn't taught this division That they crossed on I was meant to multiply the legends and they're 5 sons Pillars on my kingdom And the dom is on my chest My chest isn't physical My physical can't rest I put that on my pedestal And I sign this with my breath I'm skating now that falling Don't tell me no I'll Air Force you out Roll my own dice I'm saucy now 180 thoughts in the water I'm just swimming on target Couple spots I might harvest Watch this Long money lust Imma come so don't rush me Big shit all on my hush don't touch me I'm the only person imma call when it's fuck me, yeah Long money lust Imma come so don't rush me Big shit all on my hush don't touch me I'm the only person imma call when it's fuck me, yeah I'm the only person imma call when it's fuck me, yeah I'm the only person imma call when it's fuck me, yeah I'm the only person imma call on 144,000 poems in a mile thread Tried to make my rounds in the cold like its violets If sins could make a sound Be a riverbed in my bed