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Chucked Away

Who’s straight from the bench seems I’ve moved up to the starting role, yeah me I’m in the chatters-box,

Sayings go so far & hard in it, coming out leaves static outlines of hollowness, catch a mouthful of north every time I show my southerness,

 This is just too suave with an approach should be considered nothing short of bold,

Catch her dancing with a star every time she hear my ringtone, I’m so unorthodox double jointed ambidextrous with this liquid flow, wavy pink a grey area where the fuck it matters most, gain more daily every time I blink the round browns, She know she love it the way I whisper in her ear, lay her down, have her crying happy tears as tear those inner walls down, pal chuck the deuces if ya want, and I’m gone give it to her, freestyle

Command & conquer tactics, fuck a beast I’m just GEEK, now seek to take over and capture all the hearts of the weak, I suppose one day I’ll be known as individually unique, haters will never grasp the by particles blowing as I blow through this beat, going in on the instru to “Deuces”, knowledge stands strong, so much strength my reign supreme, painting pictures using music leaves a bed full of wet dreams, some say I solicit pretty illicit wild things,

Who’s Saying This a grainy motherfucker straining dirty thoughts like an ocean full of oil stains, cast that she loves it when I break out the English lit speak, confess her net gets so wet bet I catch a tasteful of her stream, sweet drips of seduction from the golden reef of life’s high seas, hooking fish blindly wondering know they want me, relief comes from looking at this as a lyrical PhD, meaning to graduate from hope you must first pursue a degree in believe, trust that the only measurement of success is what you can find in the small things,

On some other level pimpin paper with an inky-thing, brain building thoughts, many hate the way I act but she love how I perform, hit those hidden special pressure spots, so thumbs up in-between the sheets but middle finger when I’m walking out, bedly-insane when play that sneak in and take it game, from the counter to the floor don’t you know like a boulder, I rock that thing, caresses of the hair while she educates the main vein, give her first class seats on my full attention pleasure plane, duet performance as I fill her tank with my octane, neighbors hear her taking off, yeah she earned a set pilot wings, explore all the places that her man fucked up and chucked away..

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