Sky black
Rose fed by the candle light
Burnt wax
Help me reach the highest heights
Whose that
No I don't want you bad advice
I can get my nicer life
Yeah you feel the thorn now
Sky blue
Rose fed till it grows red
Nice view
In a jet while I'm off my meds
What's new
Feel blessed while I'm so dead
Man I hate my own head but it's so beautiful
Sky white
Roses in the water
Feels nice
The crows do seem farther
When life
Tries to get harder I do not feel bothered
I grew from the stone
Sky yellow
Rose hang with the droop
Stay mello
Still threes in the hoop
Limbs jello
Still wear the nice shoes
What can I do least it's not a cubicle
Sky grey
Pedals falling to the floor
Why pray
You just giving it manure
Not saved
We just hoping for sumn more
But hope is really fake
So you better get it all
Bitch
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Sky black
Rose fed by the candle light
Burnt wax
Help me reach the highest heights
Whose that
No I don't want you bad advice
I can get my nicer life
Yeah you feel the thorn now
Sky blue
Rose fed till it grows red
Nice view
In a jet while I'm off my meds
What's new
Feel blessed while I'm so dead
Man I hate my own head but it's so beautiful
Sky white
Roses in the water
Feels nice
The crows do seem farther
When life
Tries to get harder I do not feel bothered
I grew from the stone
Sky yellow
Rose hang with the droop
Stay mello
Still threes in the hoop
Limbs jello
Still wear the nice shoes
What can I do least it's not a cubicle
Sky grey
Pedals falling to the floor
Why pray
You just giving it manure
Not saved
We just hoping for sumn more
But hope is really fake
So you better get it all
Bitch
Rose fed by the candle light
Burnt wax
Help me reach the highest heights
Whose that
No I don't want you bad advice
I can get my nicer life
Yeah you feel the thorn now
Sky blue
Rose fed till it grows red
Nice view
In a jet while I'm off my meds
What's new
Feel blessed while I'm so dead
Man I hate my own head but it's so beautiful
Sky white
Roses in the water
Feels nice
The crows do seem farther
When life
Tries to get harder I do not feel bothered
I grew from the stone
Sky yellow
Rose hang with the droop
Stay mello
Still threes in the hoop
Limbs jello
Still wear the nice shoes
What can I do least it's not a cubicle
Sky grey
Pedals falling to the floor
Why pray
You just giving it manure
Not saved
We just hoping for sumn more
But hope is really fake
So you better get it all
Bitch
Writer: Domenique Bradford
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