Sensory

Sensory

What a feeling

I got used to kneeling

It’s apparent im my teary eyes

Not even hearing me

Clearly

Appear as ghost fleaing the scenery

Don’t hear the truth in the matter

There’s none for me do I

Use it as a tool my

Cat know how to bull fight

Acting kinda cruel I

Might not even use my

Words I learned to use my

Hands

No pressure I’m faceless

No mark left where I stand

This weathers amazing

This time all for my tan

Sensory

Could it be

I just love the mystery

Im building in my dream

I hear sorrow calling me

It’s frowned upon to leave

Half way through apologies

Went to reload

Now My Shot is casamigo

I need money that can fill about 4 of these casinos

I ain’t Sleeping

I cant do that as bandito

I can’t worry bout my thread while threading needles

All my dogs 10 toes bipedal

Put apes on your back like nigo

Im the futuristic version of primeval

My evolution hit me in the ego