I measure my success in the game
by the level of obsession that vets in my veins
theres a part of me lookin' back at my reflection,
and i wish i knew him, but he dosen't believe we’ll get it someday
still, got this passion. its strange, it returns
every few months that i burn, words that fall tongue to the earth.
maybe, they ain’t ready for my psychopathy
or maybe they just don’t want to accept new philosophies,
like, its not the words its the context it came in,
and revelations are lame cause they're not entertainment,
we all jus' wanna sink a bit slower, love a bit stronger
think that we know her, but mann the cuts just get longer,
the drinks jus get fuller n' the drunkenness wanders,
then you blink n’ its over then you fuckin’ go bonkers
how many texts did you send that night? not sure totally,
put your lips on my mine, n' take controlll of me.,
could have won an Oscar how she spoke to me....
then u Bowed so deep that ya' broke the sea,
could have changed the world with ur potency
but between us, we both know that you need love,
she got, a coliseum that the Romans keep
im ur game. unleash the Lion n' stroke the mane
jus' a Decepticon with full Auto ways
so why do i feel we can be the real deal, babyyy?
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