Inspiration: Thinking about how lost people get in music.
Word: Trust.
Allow me to dream an implicit thought.
Make nothing of my thoughtless ramblings,
Only value the lyricism of my almost sincere heart.
Do not trust me,
just cruse along smoothly
with the melody of my rhyme,
As I eagerly control your mind
wind it
up, down, around
slow, move quickly, as I
hype you up on yo' feet
get you bumpin'
to my beat, literally
I've got a nice control
over you-
You rollin' like I taught you to,
chorused with the rest of who-
lost their now tinged since of realness
to indulge in a fake generalized illness
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