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Title | Î |
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Artist | @TheWillPike |
Album | wOODY aRENA |
Release Date | 2022-09-30 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [intro] Sold his soul for affection, stressing like he saw a ghost... When you long for acceptance, you question how far it goes... [tag: 2thouxen] Bitch it's will pike, tell me what you feel like [Part Î - "expected value"] *(Looking some' like Peter Pan that boy never grew up)* Watch me beat his ass, I deploy like Captain Hook *(Brandishing that wood, my stock got 'em shook)* Get it crackin' I'm the Dutchman- *(Will Turner/Turn-uppp)* He looking like a shoulda-coulda-would... I'm the antonym, look it up in a book Fully cocked, bite the bullet if you fancy gettin' fucked Blow her back, told me she a fan but I'd rather get sucked I could buy you all the brands but- I don't fuck with labels... I don't fuck with feds but I could cuff you to this table... Never off my meds but I'm fucking unstable... Better off dead but I plug her with my cable... She a Cancer I think she needs a Will Bust it like a dancer she never sit still Running up that cash, fast, on the treadmill I want that Lotto Max when I pull up to the till I met a ho this week/weak, got her fragile in her feelings Now she give me cheek, ass fatter than my bill is Exponential racks I'ma stack it to the ceiling Pencil to the pad gotta blast cos I'm brilliant... [Part I - "observed value"] *(They don't like William...)* Let me Shakespeare Kill them with this Pike, my trident got his face pierced *(Brought a knife to the gun fight, I don't play-fair)* East side, lighting up this sky/guy like its Cape Spear You might also likeFind it "Petty" how they "Harbour" all this hate here Web 'em up like Tom Holland, there's No Way here But I'm ready like Tom Kenny, how I came prepared Doodle Bob with this pen because I hate squares *(I'm a Great Dane, you're a baby Terrier)* I was racing with the snails, but I ain't Gary *(Had to break the pane/pain; smoke and mirrors)* I was born to raise hell, so I'm blazing Mary I put five Hail Mary's in my blunt, then you see God (Was) selling a high to the b'ys/byes in Fairview- but that's something I can't speak on Keep on hearing spirits... Here in spirit, but I keep on There's nothing that could prepare you to see your girl mom OD We was sixteen, fell in love with a drug *(we/weed)* I was puffing just because *("I need it")* She got stuck with schizophrenia Buzzing with my queen, then it stung me in the butt Tweezing it out with my fingers got me realizing I'm numb Honey-bees keep on stinging me-I'm allergic to bugs... If that pussy sweet put some calories on my tongue "Puffing up" as I'm reaping the fallacy that I've become See the callus on my palms, now they wanna work it out If that's a challenge then I get it done, I don't work around it I was scavenging, I picked up how to work my surroundings Haven't had a check bounce since I found my balance [Part Σ(Î-I)^2 - "least square / optimal value"] Flowers looking perfect like I drank from the fountain But the foundation was laid with no perlite and I was drowning Learned to fight the "power" when I moved to public housing Irish mama from the dirt taught me how to find a "grounding" I was never lounging in the palace; I ran out of legroom Whenever I'd go down to sit they'd trip me with their dress shoes If I ever have a child I promise that you can express who you are No stencil, permanently I'll accept you Memory card getting fried, *(m-m-metaphors glitchi-i-ing)* Hard to get a "drive" when they leave me in the ditches It get darker inside, than the cell wall(s) I'm spittin Little bark, big bite, but I'm never bored of bitching Telling stories with a Vision, watch them Marvel at the pot smoke Timmy Turn-ing wishes as I Wanda in the Cosmos Hemp burning singes on the garments that I call "clothes" Steady burning bridges like it's London City- wall- Rome/roam... Wasn't built in a day Finishing it all, never bit off more than I could take Friendships false, when the sun shine shadows stay Lost on my own, Tom Hanks I'm a castaway [outro] *(but I'm balling like I'm Wilson, no one that I've ever known was a real friend...)* |