Pillowfighting my conscious, in a foreigh continent/
conflicts, banish i'm feeling like a sovereign monument/
above everything, moonwalking on these floating clouds/
coughing, the breath of canibus, drown in constant arouse/
ment. trading my oxygen for euphoria got the eye of el matador/
But the mind of a turtle, but ready to rhyme and murder metaphors/
And set forth the dopest lyrics you ever heard, the verse alone/
makes you snort your headphones. Yo kennycerealbowl.
Lol
|