Writing Adventure

Use to be so innocent, thought I'd never change A victim of the feeling then, fighting everything Nothing here is permanent, we all just fade away The writings on the wall, the stories I've been told Crying 'cause I know you won't be here too long The writings on the wall, I'm bracing for the fall So now if it's not too late to ask for more I hope that you will find what you are looking for You and I were dreaming like, we could see the other side With all the mess of ignorance, dreaming never hides But nothing here is permanent, we're running out of time The writings on the wall, the stories I've been told I'm crying 'cause I know you won't be here too long The writings on the wall, I'm bracing for the fall So now if it's not too late to ask for more I hope that you will find what you are looking for I try to forget, but the memory takes its toll Can't control it, how does this happen to us all How do I go on, in a world where you are gone Cold and heartless, find the will to carry on The writings on the wall, the stories I've been told Crying 'cause I know you won't be too long The writings on the wall, I'm bracing for the fall So now if it's not too late to ask for more I hope that you will find what you are looking for

Is there anything left Maybe steak and eggs Waking up to washing up Making up your bed Lazy days, my razor blade Could use a better edge It's enough to make you laugh Relax in a nice cool bath Inspiration for navigation Of our new found craft Oh, I know you and you know me It's always half and half And we were oh oh, so you know Not the kind to dawdle Will the things we wrote today Sound as good tomorrow We will still be writing In approaching years Stifling yawns on Sundays As the weekends disappear We could stretch our legs if we'd half a mind But don't disturb us if you hear us trying To instigate the structure of another line or two Cause writing's lighting up And I like life enough To see it through And we were oh oh, so you know Not the kind to dawdle Will the things we wrote today Sound as good tomorrow We will still be writing In approaching years Stifling yawns on Sundays As the weekends disappear We could stretch our legs if we'd half a mind But don't disturb us if you hear us trying To instigate the structure of another line or two Cause writing's lighting up And I like life enough To see it through Cause writing's lighting up And I like life enough To see it through

Alright let's do this As I just sit here just writing my rhythms I wonder if people could sit down and listen To what I can say and what I can just spew I'm in a penthouse with such a good view I'm making sure my emotions show in my devotion For Making music that's too clean You know what I mean He know what I mean As I come up with my words I know that some of them can be absurd But what am I meant to do when the world is so fragile I make a joke and then I might get cancel Oof yeah stating the Facts I'm trying to make music that just make racks I'm making sure that the stories I tell People can listen to when they need help Oof yeah what can I say Making music in my own sort of way It might be a story that might be quite gory But I rhyme my word like Shakespeare with plays Oof yeah what can I say Making music releasing by the day Making music releasing by the day Hay As I'm keeping up with my devotion Like its potent If I ever could be lazy I Would Never lose my focus And that's Coz the Demons that are inside my mind The Ones that give me Reasons to make up the rhymes But if I write the words they Whisper to me I know the rap game might reach a new Peak Shit got the new trainers you seek And I know my outfit it on fleek Cos everyone be hating about the outfit man This shit fire As I come out with the Force of aggression I think my progression comes from my Obsession To write new music every day The shit That you Just want to play Ooo yeah I didn't party I would just make beats and then kiss the shawtie's You maybe don't like this song But your girls they singalong Ooo yeah what can I say Making music people like to play I might switch up the flow sometimes Cause it helps me make good rhymes Whatever I want I I'm getting it So much passion in my veins I I'm sweating it All the hate want to enter not letting it Money I'll make from the Music I'm betting it(Chcing) But that's not the goal I have not sold my soul And financial wealth I can just make it myself I'm sat in the stew Making music just for you I'm writing my rhymes I'm writing my rhymes I'm writing my rhymes