goals before you head back:

1) record with joe
2) fix up the flow club
3) exercise everyday
4) take parmesan for a walk everyday and relax
5) figure out which laptop youre taking down
6) figure out what you need for costco and what not
7) dude alright uhhmms

goals for today wednesday
1) clean up room
2) organize flow
3) organize raps onto word docs...
4) figure out homework figure out classes

i aint trying to sell out
dont care if it makes cents, it dont make sense
to me
dont care if i make cents/sense, since i do shit for me so fuck your importance


distant consistent persistent kissing (im as normal as kissing cousins (cousins kissing) is to americans before the civil war)
medicine visitin listen assitant proficient like hes good at fishing (profishing)

i reckon when i flow wreck it in a second, yo
leggo that ego before it gets a hold of your soul
flow out your nostrils no controlll
oh noooo
we bout to go but where should we go but up
not down cause im profound
prosounds for the pro hounds




i dont know how to survay (survive)
inner thigh sinner's highs dinner light
needa make room for the winning pie
thats the appetite apple of my eye
neophyte


cooking beats, thats the diet

ill sell a fly kit
my niche
hip hop my quiche
capiche?


this the midnight club we smoking weed around a smoking fire
while we smoking fire

you can bring the weed along and we can haev a read along....like drake said...
but what can we agree upon?


the soul is the sun, the mind is the moon, so when theres an eclipse im blind

the sun like the soul, the moon like the mind so when there's an eclipse im blind, im blind

the sun is the soul, the moon is the mind, so when there's an eclipse, im blind, im blind

pointless broken ticonderoga

broke his dick, broke his wood with tights on doing yoga

jointless soaked in

treason, no trees son mo steeze forbreeze (febreeze prouncouned like forbreeze)

scumbag steeve 

adam sandler big daddy

scuba steeve


im fly so your btich treat me like a cock pit

a pit stop for her cock lips

co pilot mo higher than the optics in a satellite sat her right whatta night
the topic is that bitch you are the top pick
im the top pick so take off your top quick
love need no logic so lets get on it
giirll
lets hope you shaved not like them french arm pits
when our legs lock it i shoot off like a rock et
theres no stopping it our passion posinous toxic
kills like pollution to them tropics
girl lets romp it, im honest we on it til bombs hit
from north korea..shit
somber skit
calmer hits
warm mitts

pointless broken ticonderoga

broke his dick, broke his wood

jointless

mike jones, flossin INSTRUMENTAL

'
felt the buzz
she smelt the herb
girl with the belt with the studs
felt the love
smoke the superb dank-ass herb, we picked up at the clubbb oooo
ooooo
oo...
choruss ooo oo


fucked a bad bitch she was a freak
a maltease, a bad tease
no manners no yes please
she just do her and do you like siamese
fuck greed she love grease like travolta
she trying to comfort ya in every way possible
she mustve had a rough past to want to past right to the rough stuff
no questions no wasted huff puffs




bomb beats
bomb feast

vietnamese hit the trees split, fall to the kneeds to please
damn put me at ease, girl you a tease...
weezy weeze and eeazzy eeee we free we free style til we cant
at night when im feeling violet, quiet, silent, cant fight it gotta write it outttt
im calling outtt
to all the emceess
rap plenty please rap for your easee
rap for your ease
we all claim to beeee
different but im keeping my steeze


vietnamese
jungle in ya
the hunger in ya
you cant fight it
its in yoru genetics
your will, will die in seconds
so realize that your soul beckons
girl with the freckles and
i want you more than a gecko can
insure me that im safe in the mist of chaos
all by myself
im lost no style or fight in me
to even try to regain my forgotten ground
what whores brought in pounds
was just bullshit and bacteria
infecting my interior
im looking for superiors
but i cant find a god
a heaven or cause
theres no haven for the lost
we all clueless in our own broth
love full..bout to froth
at the top
i blow it off
and whisper close
my nose shut closed, i tip toe
outside in the middle of the night
and breathe in a staggered first breath
my verse felt
real i rapped til i feel like i napped
and woke up in a dream
inception, i was in control, lucid
as fuck, fluid and such, my flow
fell from the soul so i had no control
how to flow was natural
as eating cereal in the morning ho
so, quit your moaning ho, whilst
your dead rappers start mourning flow,
im aiming for the stunning gold
waking up with the morning glow