Vanity, I love your for myself
Me and always you and always never no one else
Sanity, a visage of my wealth
Lost but always found before the idols that I knelt
Strategy, the only way to try
Keep it "do or die" and always think in terms of "I"
Reverie, some legends you just pass
Revelry instead for it real is hella fast
Capitol, a sound that's on the rise
It's shaking unrealized until essence has been raised
Sepulchre, a stage alive by ghosts
Floating off of bags of the blood-encrusted dough
Farcical, quite simply it is him
It's black-ephilic and petalistic catastrophic hymns
Darkness, the light that flashed then dared
Kingdom stellar lairs to which my kind is the heirs
Pashmina, the jesters game of vice
The cries incorporates slaying door and heist

Them just walking around, just walking around
They just watching down, they watching down
What they talking about, they talking about
Don't you copping out, don't copping out

From a cold clod cut in a deep zone
A sunken ship with the ghost on
They put my seat in there, find a plaza
Under the chair hot, tucked in a dope spot
So the chrome tire screech every time we hit
We converse in ancient languages
If you come to see us this is what you get
Specialness, equipped for the long trip

And my jacket fits
And I'm packing it
So miraculous
Kinda statuesque

Legends carry like a killer's nerves
One picture's worth a thousand swerves
Facts stated to enhance what is pre-born
And dance with the white whale on the Pequod
And find your way fast when the road curve

It's a sea saw
Shall I go, shall I go
Look at me fall
Did I know, did I know

On a gilded wing
Trying filthy rings
Old backs, old backs, this your gold rings
You say cool, but it's all act
Shall we raise a drink
What the fuck you think?
The home where angels sing
And my favorite color brown with pink rims
I believe to own his each
I'mma hold the chrome, a tight grip
They might trip boy, cause the way I talk shit get enjoyed

Them just walking around, just walking around
They just watching down, they watching down
What they talking about, they talking about
Ain't no copping out, no copping out

Copyright: Fintage House Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): ISHMAEL REGINALD BUTLER