ribs

you're the only friend i need, sharing beds like little kids, and laughing 'til our ribs get tough, but that will never be enough, you're the only friend i need, sharing beds like little kids, and laughing 'til our ribs get tough, but that will never be enough, there has never been enough for a young nigga, i paint a picture of the pain i'm illustrating with a pen, i articulate the way that i've been feeling through the words, lyrics deep enough for any shallow mind to be submerged, i emerged as a mothafuckin' poet, describe the plight of the people, departed from all the evil, defeated by the deceitful, depleted minds of the feeble that juxtapose the position, that composition the prequel, you ready for the sequel, i wanted to provide a vibe they can imagine, they finally pay attention when a mothafucka rappin', askin' why the hell that nigga spazzin', he hyperventilate and barely breathin' like it's asthma, then get up on a track and attack it in a way you couldn't fathom, but imagine that my intuition was never intuitive, i try to stay away from all these fuckin' opportunists, they just wanna take advantage of the dream that i'm pursuin', now with the way that i spit it, imma set it apart, i give 'em everything i got, even a piece of my heart, i'm livin' out a pipe dream that isn't gettin' me far, i'm just an average mothafucka with a whole lot of ambition, my confidence is deficient, imagine in my position, envisionin' propositions of powerful promiscuity, money women and jewelry, fallacy not confusin' me, it's all a fabrication, the status of your desire, a company is compliant, so money is multiplyin', instead i remain defiant confided within the craft, complyin' with regulations with practice and preservation, how practical you would think with your constant procrastination, that you was destined for greatness, the only thing that's real is the work ethic and effort, the patience and dedication to be remembered forever, but 'til the moment i reach it, i'm workin' to make it better, creatin' the perfect record, goddamn, you're the only friend i need, sharing beds like little kids, and laughing 'til our ribs get tough, but that will never be enough, you're the only friend i need, sharing beds like little kids, and laughing 'til our ribs get tough, but that will never be enough, i want 'em back, the minds we had, how all the thoughts, moved 'round our heads, i want 'em back, the minds we had, it's not enough to feel the lack, i want 'em back, i want 'em back, i want 'em-, imma kill it with the poison of a venomous scheme, somethin' that you never seen, what i spit is methamphetamine, a medic in to set a scene, i'm tryna lead supporters of the subpar, thus far every single song that i'm hearing is depressed, and i'm guessin' there's a recession of the honesty and passion, to make a lasting impression, i finally realized i provide a proper etiquette, my purpose on the earth is rhymin' synonyms and predicates, the drink you spilt all over me, 'lover's spit' left on repeat, my mum and dad let me stay home, it drives you crazy, getting old, the drink you spilt all over me, 'lover's spit' left on repeat, my mum and dad let me stay home, it drives you crazy, getting old