#creative word

It's like kissing clouds I'm on 9 Floating high She got my heart beating double time I'm Dazed Faded If it's fuck Miley We still climbin And if I didn't have a penny She's still down to ride They call her come back That SnapBack Something about that aftermath I'm chillin in her whirlpool Steady rocking that sexy back Not an angel But she got wings Flying through my barricades Straight up dancing in my heart strings

I feel like a superstar Mostly because I own my dream And I'm coasting Floating Sitting on top of Angels' wings And I'm living Breathing a new day Seeing a new way It's not easy to find your way back After you've gone astray Reality is the hulk on steroids Slapping bitches and taking money Debo is a side bitch To the true story of what life can do But after you turn a quick hustle To a main frame You start living a real dream And life is much more fun When it's less predictable A 9 to 5 leech Turns a porn star Into a vampire Sometimes you have to Drink fresh air on tap And start swimming in a different stream I feel like a superstar

It's strange To feel your heart grow out the bigger picture It's hard enough to grind Without life's interventions It would be a peace cake To the Cookie Monster Good for the moment But not what's really wanted I think maybe people get comfortable With mediocrity It's humbling To know that they can do better In reality We've all fallen pass the leap On a broken wing Spare air just too precious To recline The coast is a pretty picture To a mild habit Only dreamers Being born again

I’m not perfect I try not to be It’s easy to go in circles When it’s hard to breath Unstable lifestyle Trying to make to the incline I’m built of obstacles Can nothing stop me from the master plan Genius to a rocket scientist I see the picture from a greater hand I’ll never bow to the demons I’m a warrior with unbreakable stance Can’t stop Won’t be sleeping Not while I’m living Too woke to fall to the man

Life filling my lungs I'm drowning Can't breath, can't step away Stress keeps rising The more I live The more i die The more i try The more i cry I'm tired! Too much bullshit to walk through It's crowding my pathway Causing me to walk not run through But as I lie in my bed awake I'll keep whispering to myself I'll make it

Ive been debated for centuries