TOKYO SADNESS E

Yeah. Feel like captain of the plane, Bon voyage, wish me luck. If I hear my inner self sabotage, I'ma cut that shit up. Potential up over loser, so paradoxed. Dope pair of socks on the cruiser rollercoaster and Thinking that fortune is my lovely muse. I just didn't have a chance to choose, So I was chosen. Yeah, still all my roses in flames, Ghost songs after the rain. Cold days and nights on the way, I'm reading And dreaming. Sitting and steaming under the bank of This evening. Not trying to be the best, I Don't give a damn. I'm not competing, I got My reasons, fool. Crossing the village, I be to thinking stranger healing. I'm gonna meet myself one day. Now let me leave, I'm on my way. Crashing dreams into reality, separate the scenes. Moon is glittering the west and sunrise on the East, you see. All the meanings in the end, Lightings on the tray, I mean. What you think we baking, fool? Rhymers of the streets, we kill. Ain't no business league, fuck your ministry. I'm bouncing off the heat, fire village, You dig? Fire poems and fire words, Fire vision, fire skirts. For the rebellion, we bleeding, believing to lick The dirt. Yeah. Music waves make me pop like A corn. That's the time when the masterpiece about To be born. So can you hear it? Can you smell it? Delicious. Get, get your permanent permission. I'm playing with my melody, melo man motherfucker. Always good with something, but the deal that I Love to do is rapping, and that's true. All my people heard it be like, "Man, Is that you?" Of course, it's me, Goddamn it. Make sure you listen to it while I do it. Most of them stars ain't telling. Fuck that junk food sound selling, I tell 'em. Of course, it's me, Goddamn it. Make sure you listen to it while I do It. Most of them stars ain't telling. Fuck that junk food sound selling, I tell 'em.