tryna remain decent on my descent the layaway oh not yet ok thats cool the layaway flow a lot of things been on hold ive been paying for something he gave away though guess i feel obligated probably since the day i came home dont make a lot of sense the problem is im day to day low on change say it aint so probably spend a lot of days on condemnation i paper plate fold moping im motivated thatll make me change clothes im django i feel a slave so im cautious to say no but in the same note im bossin i stay broke but on the same note im flossin knowin good and well im outta my range so im falsin falsetto vibrato i lost it singin i am a god but this ain t livin if you just buying lebrons and this ain t winning if you just trying for bronze medallions i used to keep my eye on the prize nostalgia my oh my mya blue eyes telling me a story i describe as a true crime felony the cruel world through the pupils of a school girl im doing my best not to let it take form to my surprise im nothing more than a pedigree working like a dog to keep the dogs off my door but every dog has its day so im torn between home or the tour rose or the thorns im doin my best not to let it take form me and my angels triangle is the norm but im caught up in the circle spinning wheels till im worn push em to the edge edges look worn so im kneeling at my bed till my circle transform to an octagon red still i ignore back to the circles now im back in the storm blue grey eyes gotta skype her in the mornin night night to mya to mommy its the norm the honeymoon is gone back to the swarm im making more money but honey ain t impressed cause she know about the stress and she knows about the porn i can feel the disconnect i can feel it even more im trynna take a breath but theres nothing like a scorn i m feeling so withered ain t no sunshine when shes gone i gotta go get it the circles your rock ladawn  yo this is king meets calvin cold blooded 100 below kelvin this nostalgia harder to read than melville on the same tide and we rolling like yeldon i drop anchor vibing to ben tankard all of this advertising mind of a don draper gold rush in the tomb with the finer things meeting women on the fly grew some designer wings ribbon in the sky how cruel is the irony i may never see it on my stool in the winery was in the swimming pools calling it the liver pool red eye used to rock forces like a jedi turn puma turn lunar and eclipsed did the son preach my funeral the universe is sixpence none richer journey big up in the system elevation is forever indwelling is the sixth sense at times i tend to lose focus should i scratch lines to render men hopeless or flat line my own dreams of show biz so his love can shine through this opus i remember that moment like yesterday your smile came through the cloud nothing else mattered more in than that moment when you called me out of the ground2