silver sonnets Lyrics

Potent green function, lookin' at a brunette

Green eyes, curly hair, lookin' at a corvette

Hours a day, sleepless nights and a cigarette

Nights I wont regret, pink lips I won't forget

Open your eyes, just to witness the potential

Keep it public or private, y'know I'm confidential

You remind me of music, gettin' experimental

Singing my lyrics, grooving to the instrumental

Insanity and genius, success is like a buffer

She thinks I'm with the shades when I day imma 'cuff her'

She thinks I'm mature, cause I cry when I suffer

Yeah the beat is hard, but my lyrics are tougher

Flows unmatched and I'll continue to speak it

She stole my heart, it's okay you can keep it

First two bars, tell me bro did you deep it?

Drowning in this deep pit, I want it, I seek it

How many verses before I get bored?

How many cities have I not toured?

How many times have I pressed record?

How many red flags have I ignored?

How many verses before I get bored?

How many cities have I not toured?

How many times have I pressed record?

How many red flags have I ignored?

I'm sure we're taller in other dimensions

Washed up in the scene, go get your pension

TBP is a movement, it's not a convention

How many songs before my final redemption?

It's the Butterfly Effect, it's more the an album

No manifesting rocks, but I speak it, it shall come

Black and white you're in the middle like Malcom

Girls in the bathroom with powder, no talcum

Too many silver sonnets, to much for my hand

White tee, black cargo, leather wristband

Got expensive taste, I'm the one in demand

Hun, no Atilla, the way I'm tryna expand

Performing my poetry to the night's sky

Writing songs about nothing, wondering why?

Close with her friends, so I know I'll get by

Potent green got me thinkin' of you no lie,

How many verses before I get bored?

How many cities have I not toured?

How many times have I pressed record?

How many red flags have I ignored?

How many verses before I get bored?

How many cities have I not toured?

How many times have I pressed record?

How many red flags have I ignored?

Music is the sunset, ocean is morphine,

Smile starts to stretch, it releases dopamine

Eyes are red and it ain't from the chlorine

Life been wavy, way before I turned fourteen

Letter of inspiration, there's beauty in violence

Love minus zero, she speaks to me in silence

Strung from my feet, I'm just smelling the violets

Come correct, when your in my diocese

Why does it seem so much clearer in my dreams?

Leggings or a dress, more pretty then it seems

Hand on your face, dry up those streams

Corner of the function, yours's by all means

Lighter in my pocket, chains on my neck

I have time for you, but let me doublecheck

No label chit chat, unless its a double cheque

O, let me suffer, being at your beck