CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Terrarium
Yeah
Ay
Look
I wrote this one in the wee hours of morning
Mourning over a female I used to treat but had scorned me her behavior changed
I'm on the move taking spaceships to the moon and I shape shift
At dusk, pardon me if I'm late to spit I'm making shifts
They want me complacent that's not meant for me
I'm more the type that murder careers and sneer inwardly
These symphonies is brilliancy I simply lack empathy for rappers who pretend to be trappers flipping bricks with ease
And really they cowards inside they get devoured
In April I felt the showers now May absent of flowers
Erasing rhymes with a scowl
Forces more than my power, head lice reveal my hours lost empowered off of scouring websites
But the meaning of life, realizing I'm dreaming alright
I might be a demon but really aren't we all heathens
Moonlight gives way to sun and day embraces the pain of cold nights
And fills the leaves that make the paper that's a day my soul
I take control and take it farther than cars, clothes, hoes, and baking soda
The crowd offers no satisfaction I'm passive as if passing glances frozen when I'm posing for pictures
We posed' to be bigger, I hope this is the soul in you n***a
Beacon
Ay
Look
I wrote this one in the wee hours of morning
Mourning over a female I used to treat but had scorned me her behavior changed
I'm on the move taking spaceships to the moon and I shape shift
At dusk, pardon me if I'm late to spit I'm making shifts
They want me complacent that's not meant for me
I'm more the type that murder careers and sneer inwardly
These symphonies is brilliancy I simply lack empathy for rappers who pretend to be trappers flipping bricks with ease
And really they cowards inside they get devoured
In April I felt the showers now May absent of flowers
Erasing rhymes with a scowl
Forces more than my power, head lice reveal my hours lost empowered off of scouring websites
But the meaning of life, realizing I'm dreaming alright
I might be a demon but really aren't we all heathens
Moonlight gives way to sun and day embraces the pain of cold nights
And fills the leaves that make the paper that's a day my soul
I take control and take it farther than cars, clothes, hoes, and baking soda
The crowd offers no satisfaction I'm passive as if passing glances frozen when I'm posing for pictures
We posed' to be bigger, I hope this is the soul in you n***a
Beacon
