#devil is a charming Motherfucker like trust me this is not gonna be a good thing if it gets out of hand lol

[wall-maria-fritz]

The Wingman (Erwin Smith x Marie)

Chapter 5: The Territory

Reposting this because I am officially overhauling my @levi-lives blog, in lieu of this one because SOMEONE Tumblr won't let my posts show up from there anymore! grrrr.

@levi-lives blog is still up tho, if you would like still see my original posts

The Wingman MASTERLIST

A/N: HELLO! YES I STILL PLAN ON FINISHING THIS BABY So much has happened these past 5 months that’s cost me my peace of mind and caused me so much heartbreak (haha i hate boys but what’s new? lol) But hey! At this point, I’m just choosing to see all this as new material to source my inspirations from now on  :P This chapter was written while listening to Pretty Please by Dua Lipa, Laisse-moi t'aimer by Laurie Darmon , and There You Are by WHAT THE DUCK. I actually made a playlist for all the songs I use, and ya’ll can find them HERE! I’ve written you lovelies a looong one for the looong wait! (4K words wtf XD) Enjoy!

Chapter 5: The Territory

Dearest Marie,

The moment you walked in the room, all blazing curls and bright hazel eyes, I knew you had me wrapped around your finger. And what is a man to do, when the most gorgeous woman he’s ever laid eyes upon, makes his heart stop the second she blesses him with her tinkling laugh and charming wit?

Truly Marie, you may very well be the death of me. But if that’s what it takes to keep your heart, then what a wonderful death it would be!

And I do swear, by my soldier’s honor, to offer up my heart to you, for you to do with as you wish. Break it or take it, I am at your whim’s mercy. But I do trust that a woman as gentle as she is beautiful, would never deny a dying man’s wish.

Forever Yours,

Nile

~

The Titan Territory was at the peak of its happy hour. Chock full of drunkards, lechers, soldiers, and the occasional vagabond. Most nights like these, Marie would be at the tips of her toes. Keeping alert, and focused on getting her work done without attracting trouble. She was a woman in a room full of inebriated men, after all. And it wouldn’t be uncommon for a few of these men to get… more handsy than usual. And it certainly isn‘t new to Marie either

But tonight, the barmaid did not seem to mind all the boisterous men nor the stench of ale. In fact, she looked rather flushed and chipper as she placed another mug of ale in front of a bucked-tooth man. She even smiled sarcastically when yet another man old enough to be her father used yet another recycled pick-up line at her. As opposed to straight up telling the old bloke that the age must be getting to him if his eyes couldn’t tell that she was no angel, but a person who definitely knows how to call the MP’s for harassment.

“Who is he?”

Marie paused pouring a mug to glance at Elena, confused by the sudden question. “Huh? Oh, I don‘t know, another dirty old man clearly.”

“Nooo,” Elena looked pointedly at Marie, her ruby red lips plumping into a tight ‘o.’ “Who’s got you daydreaming and out of it like that? I haven’t heard you give some poor drunk a good smack talk all night.” Marie pursed her lips. Elena immediately pointed a long, equally ruby red fingernail at her. “And that! You keep pursing your lips like that!” Elena’s amber eyes widened exaggeratedly. “Who did you kiss?”

Funny you would ask that, Marie thought sardonically. For the hundredth time that night, her mind reels back to the taste of strawberries and cigarettes, and carefree eyes so blue, she could drown in them. All at once, she is once again engulfed by strong, sure arms, and the heady smell of sandalwood.

And the lovely sight of the woman in front of her pressed against the very man she can’t seem to shake off her system.

Then Marie remembers the letter she received just that morning. Nile’s remarkably careful handwriting, and his smitten words resurfaced in her mind’s eye. Despite the cheesy—not to mention incessant—flirting. Marie certainly never thought Nile had such profound emotions for her. She’d be lying if she said that his confession wasn’t affecting her opinion of him.

Marie smiled, conniving. “I have an admirer.”

Elena was extremely intrigued. “Well? Spill! Who is it?”

The ginger girl smirked. “Guess.”

Before Elena could even speak the name, Marie went ahead and sashayed away from the ravenette, a tray of ale on hand. She knew what name Elena would answer. And she’d be right.

But she didn’t want to think about Nile, nor his tall friend’s irresistible dimpled smile.

So the barmaid bent down to serve mugs of ale and beer at a particularly loud table of drunk garrison soldiers—clearly drinking on duty if the presence of their uniforms were anything to go by– when she was startled out of her reverie by the bawdy laughter of drunks and the hard smack of a man’s hand against her rump. “Is this ass on the menu, girly?”

Marie whirled around, flinging an enraged hand to slap against the wretched bastard’s head, when the surly red-faced soldier caught her hands. They were unbelievably small and weak against his bruising grip. Marie gritted her teeth against the man’s sour ale-breath, and her own pounding heart. She could feel the lecherous eyes of the drunk’s buddies, laughing like predators baring their teeth. It was a busy night, and no one would bat an eye at a barmaid getting harassed in a tavern. She felt like a trapped deer, surrounded by lions in their very lair.

The soldier leaned dangerously close, almost like he’s sniffing her fear out. He tutted at Marie’s stricken face. “Tsk. Tsk. Good little girls don‘t hit their betters.”

Marie, very much a woman of spunk and grit, steeled her resolve.

She was going to give this motherfucker a nasty head-butt.

But she was never able to. Many things happened all at once– a sudden, strong force pushed the man back, making him crash against his group’s heavy wooden table.

He stumbled back, shocked and winded. Her harasser’s friends all shot up from their seats at the commotion, barstools clattering to the ground from the sudden movement.

Marie was pulled back into a solid chest, a firm arm anchoring her there; safe.

“The sign was right. This is Titan territory. This place stinks of one.”

The ginger girl strained her neck up to gape at the tall, imposing form of the very man who’s been haunting her thoughts all night. Erwin’s blue eyes barely even acknowledged the woman nestled against his chest. They were solely trained on the bastard coughing on the floor. Marie shivered. Erwin Smith looked cold and wicked.

Like the Devil passing judgement.

The drunk man whipped his head up, a menacing snarl distorting his red face as he clambered up off his ass.

“What was that, boy?”

“Just an observation.” Erwin sounded almost like he couldn’t care less if he was talking to a drunk gang of trained Garrison soldiers. Much less that he just shoved one.

The soldier guffawed. “Ho ho! You got some wit to ‘ya, pretty boy! But didn’t your momma teach you to never mess with a Titan’s territory?!” He moved to reach for a disgusted Marie, when his hand was abruptly grabbed and halted by an unshakeable grip.

Nile Dawk’s face was painted with a scowl. His dark eyes shooting daggers at the drunkard.

“Well she ain’t yours, Sergeant Kemper.”

Kemper spluttered, and tore his hand away. “Did we guess that right, sir?” Nile taunted, his eyes alight with the adrenaline in his system pumping for a fight.  His gaze briefly caught Marie’s wide-eyed stare, and winked. Marie’s cheeks went hot.

“And?! I’m a known soldier! What’s a couple of backwater punks gonna do, huh?” Kemper and his friends were just about ready to start a brawl, when Mike stepped in—knuckles cracking, nose sniffing out blood, his massive bulk intimidating. One look at the giant told them that he could sweep them all out, no problem.

Mike just grunted. “A hell of a whole lot, actually.”

Kemper very nearly whimpered like a kicked dog.

“I’m sure Captain Brezenska* wouldn’t like to hear reports of his men gallivanting around with barmaids, while drunk on duty and in uniform, yes?’’ It was Erwin who dealt that final blow. And just like that, the men trudged up and out The Territory, a slew of empty threats trailing in their wake.

Marie sighed. Relieved that what would have been a messy fight, was diffused.

Then Marie broke out of the arm holding her, and turned on Erwin. “Are you out of your mind?! You could’ve caused those men to seriously hurt you! Those are full-fledged soldiers. What if a brawl broke out? We’d all be banned from here!”

Erwin was taken aback. He certainly didn’t expect this response from a girl he just saved.

Nile immediately stepped in, holding his hands up. “Relax, Marie! My wingman here was just making sure those bastards knew not to mess with my girl!” Nile had an arm hooked around Erwin, and was grinning flirtatiously at her when Mike joked lowly.

“You better pee around her then, if you don’t want the wolves scenting your territory!”

Erwin and Nile froze, wide eyes boring into Mike’s careless, smirking, stupid face.

Marie straightened up, like a feline rearing her claws. A single perfect eyebrow arched high on her forehead.

Mike immediately choked on the booming laughter bubbling up in his throat, and stuttered out a cough and an apology– clearly forgetting that he was in the presence of a lady.

Although Nile and Erwin didn’t miss how Marie—this feisty, pretty little thing—singlehandedly brought a man who just threatened a group of drunks with just the sight of him, to a sheepish stutter. Marie decided then to let the comment slide. The man did just drive her harassers away.

Then like a cruel reminder, Elena’s full voice rang out. “Looks like my favorite customer decided to pay a visit!”

As is usually the case where Erwin and Elena are involved, Marie resisted the urge to roll her eyes back into her skull. The voluptuous brunette sashayed over to Erwin, who had one of his cheeky smiles playing around his lips. His dark blue eyes sending a naughty promise.

Mike brotherly clapped Erwin’s back. “Guess that’s my cue too.” He asks Elena, “Is that cutie Charley around? I heard I’m her favorite customer,” Mike smirked. Elena laughed, and pointed to where the tiny blond barmaid Mike was fooling around with last time was. When Mike left, Elena turned to Marie with a knowing look in her eye. “Let Erwin and I leave you two alone,” her red lips purred.

Marie was beginning to loathe that shade of red lipstick.

And was it just Marie, or was her perfume more nauseating than usual?

Nile stepped towards Marie, and nodded at his friend. “Go ahead man, knock yourself out, I got her.”

Erwin chuckled at the heart eyes his poor friend was making at the girl beside him, who was none the wiser.

None the wiser, because Erwin knew that longing look on  Marie’s face only meant that her mind was back at that charming apartment of hers too.

His calloused hands around her waist, her moans in his mouth.

Bright hazel eyes met deep blue ones. For a flicker of a moment, neither Marie nor Erwin wanted the other to go.

But just for a flicker.

“We’re not carrying you home again if you get shit-faced, Nile!” Erwin called to his friend, before he left with his hand against Elena’s back.

And like a bad omen, Marie watched Erwin’s broad back go.

~

“Again?”

Marie turned to Nile, her arms crossed, and one hip jutted out in amusement. She was smiling prettily at the man, whose rugged looks blushed crimson under her bright hazel eyes’ scrutiny. Nile rubbed the back of his neck and looked away, “Smith doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about.” Marie laughed; a carefree, happy sound.

It absolutely captured Nile’s heart.

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow, walking back to the bar to settle more orders. Nile followed her, leaning against the countertop as he watched the pretty barmaid go about her work. “Heck yeah,” Nile flashed her a megawatt smile. “That bastard doesn’t even get back to the barracks until after sunrise whenever he makes a go for one of his chicks.” Marie’s heart sank. “Is he always chasing after girls?” she huffed.

Nile blinked, then looked to where Erwin was. Marie followed his gaze, and found Elena all but giving the handsome blonde a lap dance.

Erwin seemed to be enjoying himself.

Marie’s eyes went to slits again. Nile saw this, and took it as another case of girls being so oddly protective of their girlfriends. The ravenette shook his head, “Erwin is a good man. He’s like a brother to me. He likes to play around sure, but I’ve never met a man with more honor. He’s much too gentlemanly to fuck your friend like a common whore.” Nile chuckled, “And besides, it’s the girls who chase after Erwin…”

Nile trailed off, his lips setting into a line when he saw the warmth that came over the look in Marie’s eyes.

Nile’s long fingers held Marie’s chin and moved her gaze back to him.

“But I’m not here to talk about Erwin.”

Tender hazel eyes became playful.

Meanwhile, Nile’s silver ones crinkled at the edges at the sound of Marie’s sweet voice saying, “What then, Cadet Dawk?”  Marie hadn’t realized how close Nile was. And just like the last time she was this close to the man, she could see the thick dark lashes framing the Nile’s light eyes. Except that now Marie saw how those eyes, paired with his high cheekbones, made Nile look like a dark elven sprite come to cause mischief upon mortals.

Marie recalled the letter he sent her, and thought it fitting that this dark sprite would write such enchanting words.  She still didn’t know what sorcery came over her that she was half-bewitched by this man’s one letter.

Nile carded his hands through his unruly dark locks, willing his beating heart to calm down. Sweet Sina she’s adorable, he thought.

There was so much Nile wanted to tell Marie. How he woke up every single day looking forward to the next time he’ll see her, thinking of all the little details of himself he wanted to let her know…

As much as he’d like to know all the little details she could ever offer him.

Yet, the poor guy could only splutter out a shaky and ineloquent “I-I… uhh, did you get my letter?”

Marie’s lips quirked up to a girlish giggle. If his letter was anything to go by, Marie knew Nile’s intentions had far more depth than that. Marie grinned while a lingering thought remained in her mind—this is a far cry from the Nile she read in that letter.

Perhaps Nile Dawk is more of a poet than a Romeo, Marie mused.

“I did. And you really are too sweet, Nile. I don‘t know what to say. I didn’t know you felt that way.”

Nile immediately sucked in a breath, gasping out, “Of course I do!  I—I couldn’t get my mind off of you. ” He winced. He sounded like an idiot. Like a desperate schoolboy talking to his first crush.

Not at all like the charming and suave man those letters made him out to be. It got Nile thinking that maybe he overestimated Erwin’s way with words a tad bit too much. But instead of making him feel like an absolute fool for it, Marie laughed good naturedly at his response.

“Cat got your tongue?” Marie teased, grinning at his antics. There was something Marie found really quirky about a man being so bold in writing, but so tongue-tied in person.

He’s kinda…cute, Marie realizes.

And like the fates deciding a destiny sealed shut and done, Nile felt his heart give a finalizing beat that this woman would be the woman he’d spend the rest of his days with.

Nile gave a relaxed, even relieved smile, and took Marie’s soft hand.

He brought it to his lips, and kissed the delicate, milky flesh.

Marie bit her lip as her cheeks burned red at the feel of his stubble grazing her hand. Nile’s silver eyes flashed up at her, and grinned boyishly, “I‘m more of a man of action.”

~

I got her.

The words echoed in Erwin’s head like a threat.

I got her.

The Territory’s lowlighting only accentuated the sharp planes of Erwin’s scowling face. Elena had left to get him his fourth glass of whiskey—on the rocks, just the way he liked it—after the very welcome distraction the minx gave him. If it weren’t for the woman draping herself all over his lap, her luscious dark hair entangled around his fingers, he would’ve probably not have stopped himself from moping longingly—not unlike what he was doing now– at the sight of his best friend making his Marie giggle.

His Marie?

Erwin dragged a hand over his face. His thick eyebrows scrunched together, as he felt a dull throb slowly form in his head. He needed a cigarette.

She isn’t MY Marie, Erwin scolded himself. He took out a joint, lit it up, and held it to his lips like muscle memory. He took in a deep drag, and watched Marie throw back her wild ginger curls in a fit of laughter, her freckled cheeks blooming almost as crimson as her hair.  She’s been amusing herself with Nile’s puppy dog flirtation for a good hour now.

“Go ahead man, knock yourself out, I got her,” Nile’s voice intruded his thoughts like a restless conscience.

No, Marie was never his. Erwin narrowed his eyes at the indulgent smile on Marie’s lips, as if she were cooing at his friend like a child, and wondered—

Perhaps Marie did not belong to anyone.

Erwin’s mind reels back to when he and Nile were just writing that first letter he left in Marie’s doorjamb….

~

It was an ungodly hour to still be awake in the barracks, but Nile took it upon himself to invade Erwin’s bunk with a pen and paper and a candle enough to last an hour. So now Erwin found himself with his copy of the Blue Book* against his thigh, the piece of paper atop it, and Nile practically moaning to him all the sappy little details of his love for a certain freckled ginger in the candlelight.

Mike was in his own bunk above Erwin‘s, pretending to have fallen asleep.

There was no way in hell he was gonna volunteer his ears for Nile’s emotional masturbation.

Erwin groaned, “Nile, do you know how physically painful it is to listen to you right now?”

“Why can’t I just tell her how much I wanna kiss her? How much I wanna give her the moon and the stars? How she’s literally my dream girl and how I swear to Sina, I’m gonna marry her?” Erwin rolled his eyes at that; Nile wants to marry every girl he ‘falls in love’ with.

“…Isn’t that the sort of thing girls want to hear?” Nile was truly perplexed, the poor bastard.

Erwin winced at his friend.

Mike couldn’t help it. “Sure, if she’s a goddamn fifteen year old virgin!” he called down from his bunk.

“Oi! I thought you were asleep!” Nile hissed, prompting Mike to start fake snoring again.

Erwin gave an exhausted sigh. It was late, he wanted to sleep.  “Didn’t I tell you? Marie’s a full grown woman. That sort of flattery isn’t going to work on her anymore. She isn’t going to entertain just because you tell her how much you want her, you gotta make her realize how much she wants you.”

Nile looked skeptical. “Alright then, Eyebrows. How would you do it?”

Blue eyes looked into the dancing flame of the candle at his trunk, his pen poised upon the paper.

“I would tell her how I notice all her little details—her curls, her eyes, the way she throws her head back when she laughs—and how they made me feel like a fool the first moment I saw them.” Erwin’s lips quirked up as he continued to look into the flame, “But most of all, I’d talk about her mind, her heart…”

Nile felt his teeth grind, and the muscles in his jaw twitch.

Mike stopped snoring; wide awake now.

They waited. Erwin continued, a glazed look still in his eyes.

“…How a woman like her makes me want to devote my very life to her.”

~

“Woah, don’t lose your cool, Wingman.”

Mike’s gruff voice pulled Erwin out of his reverie, as his friend joined him where he was leaning against the bar top.

He probably already got bored of his girl, Erwin thought.

Mike was already holding his own glass of bourbon in one hand, cigarette in the other. The larger man nudged the hand holding the joint at Erwin for the lighter.  Erwin wordlessly held out the light, and Mike placed the stick against the flame.

It’s always been like this with Mike. The two moved together with a wordless sense of trust and understanding; as seamlessly as a well-oiled machine.

“What happened to ‘Tomcat’?” Erwin chuckled, as he smoked with his friend. Mike just smirked, “Nah, you’re the Wingman now. Derek’s the Tomcat, more like. Müller certainly thinks so. Besides,” his green eyes slid over to Erwin’s hunched over form. “I think you’re losing your mojo.”

Erwin laughed out loud at that, a few curious heads turning to the handsome man throwing his blonde head back. Erwin’s broad shoulders straightened into their usual confident set. “You’re full of absolute bullshit Zacharias, that’s what I think.” He cocked a thick eyebrow at Mike’s scoffing, shaking head, “And it’s Müller’s daughter who thinks that. Müller thinks Derek’s a rodent he has to kill.” Erwin inhales a drag, “And like most pests, he’s a bitch to get rid of.”

Mike just hummed observantly, taking a sip of his bourbon. “Well, can you blame him? Your brother’s fighting for the woman he loves. That’s more than you seem to have the balls for.”

Erwin was silent.

The two men continued to watch their friend try to make Marie take a break, and sit down for a drink with him. She only just deflected him for the fifth time that night.

Mike sighed and placed a firm hand on Erwin’s shoulder. “Look, a bastard like me is in no place to tell you how to love– that just isn’t my thing. And Marie’s a special girl, I can tell.”

Erwin glanced sharply at the taller man.

Mike rolls his eyes, “Don’t worry!” Then hastily adds with clear exasperation, “She ain’t my type! But writing those letters?” Mike motions his head to Nile and Marie across the room.

“It’s going to hurt you, brother.”

Mike started swirling the bourbon in his glass, contemplating. “I understand that you do it out of love for our friend, but this can hurt Nile just as much. You had better pick a side, Smith. This woman, or your friend?” Mike threw back his drink in one swift gulp.

“But either way, it’s going to break your heart.”

Erwin blinked at Mike.

Then he chuckles warmly, a hand flicking away his blonde hair.

He’s always known that Mike was as keen as they come, but…

“Since when were you so wise, Bloodhound?

A/N:  AND THIS IS THE PART WHERE I RAMBLE AND DON’T HAVE TO WRITE PROPERLY LMAO

Captain Brezenska - I always had this headcanon that Rico comes from a military family, considering how seriously she takes her job as a Garrison soldier compared to her peers. Not to mention how she seems to have risen through the ranks as Captain despite looking quite young. I imagine, unlike the Survey Corps, you’ll need YEARS of experience to become an Elite Squad captain in the Garrison, since well… a third of the regiment doesn’t die every three months lol. So the Captain Brezenska mentioned here is Rico’s father!

The Blue Book- Another headcanon! The US Army calls their official guide to military training and maneuvers as “The Blue Book.” I think it made sense for the Cadet Corps to make use of a ‘Blue Book’ for its trainees as well.

That’s all for now! I’m working on a shit ton of other projects rn (I’m a commissioning artist hihihuhuhu) Not to mention c o l l e g e (ugh.) So Chapter 6 might take a while huhu.

In the meantime, I would love love love to interact with you lovelies, since I missed ya’ll sooo much! You can go hit me up here anytime! Or even at my ig: @artexmaria where I post a lot of my art, AND where I may or may not post my Derek Smith art if anyone’s wondering about Erwin’s hot old brother *winkwink.*  Y’all can also find me on AO3 as RosemaryTumbleweed <3

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[edgypasta-headcanons]

CreepyPasta’s Theme Songs

Jeff The Killer: Go To Sleep - Eminem

Now go to sleep bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes Go to sleep, bitch! (what?) Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes? And go to sleep bitch! (what?) Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! Go to sleep bitch! (what?) Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah Go to sleep bitch!

Ben Drowned: Going Under - Evanescence

Now I will tell you what I've done for you Fifty-thousand tears I've cried Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you And you still won't hear me (I'm going under) Don't want your hand this time I'll save myself Maybe I'll wake up for once (wake up for once) Not tormented daily defeated by you Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom I'm dying again

Eyeless Jack: Crucify Me - Bring me The Horizon ft Lights

I am an ocean, I am the sea There is a world inside of me Lost in the abyss, drowned in the deep No set of rules could salvage me Only a shipwreck, only a ghost Merely a graveyard of your former self We just watched the waves crash over I've been cast astrayThere is a Hell, believe me I've seen it There is a Heaven, let's keep it a secret (No one needs to know) There is a Hell, believe me I've seen it There is a Heaven, let's keep it a secret (No one needs to know)

Masky: In the Air Tonight - Jon Howard cover

Well if you told me you were drowning, I would not lend a hand I've seen your face before my friend, but I don't know if you know who I am Well I was there and I saw what you did, I saw it with my own two eyes So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you've been It's all been a pack of lies

Hoodie: What Have You Done - Within Temptation

Would you mind if I killed you? Would you mind if I tried to? 'cause you have turned into my worst enemy You carry hate that I don't feel It's over now What have you done?

Ticci Toby: Turn Off The Lights - Panic! At The Disco 

Turn off the lights, turn off the lights Turn on the charm for me tonight I've got my heavy heart to hold me down Once it falls apart, my head's in the clouds So I'm taking every chance I've got Like the man I know I'm not

So sick of wasting all my time How in God's name did I survive? (How did I survive?) I need a little sympathy Disarm my insecurities Our consciences are always so much heavier than our egos I set my expectations high So nothing ever comes out right

Jane The Killer: Hit & Run - Lolo

I was brought up as a southern belle I grew into the queen from hell you were just a little stowaway that stabbed her way to save herself you always liked the taste of blood and I get off when I point the gun it's so good to have someone to be so bad with

Clockwork: Creative - Creep P 

Stop all of your thinking, And start listening to me! Trust me, you'll be set free. With that, we'll think creatively. Asking, thinking, thoughts and hopes. Hope. Hope? Hope! Nope. It will be too late by now, Now your time has ran out!

Slenderman: Slenderman Song - Zip Zipper 

Slender Man, Slender Man, Sometimes hums a lowly drone. Slender Man, Slender Man, He will wander 'round your home. Slender Man, Slender Man, Blends in well within the trees. Slender Man, Slender Man, In the fog he's hard to see.

BONUS

Dr. Smiley: Modern Day Cain - I Don’t Know How But They Found Me

You're an upstanding model Of the Modern Day Cain With impeccable style So now you've done a little wrong And you need to be forgiven By the Vicar and the company you keep And then you conjure up a fiction To get the pretty girl to listen

Nina The Killer: Disturbia - Rihanna

It's a thief in the night To come and grab you It can creep up inside you And consume you A disease of the mind It can control you It's too close for comfort

Throw on your break lights We're in the city of wonder Ain't gonna play nice Watch out, you might just go under Better think twice Your train of thought will be altered So if you must falter be wise Your mind is in Disturbia It's like the darkness is the light Disturbia Am I scaring you tonight Your mind is in Disturbia Ain't used to what you like Disturbia

Jason The Toymaker: Trust Me - Devil’s Carnival

Babe, you're a hard game to catch You fight and refuse Oh, you're a wild little bruise Never tasted as sweet A poison as you have You know you never can hide

You're a bad little love And you're mine

So trust me, trust me Darling dear I'm so sincere There's no need to tear Trust me, trust me Darling, do . . . Just like I trust you

The Puppeteer: Choke - I Don’t Know How But They Found Me 

Now shut your dirty mouth If I could burn this town I wouldn't hesitate To smile while you suffocate and die And that would be just fine And what a lovely time That it would surely be So bite your tongue And choke yourself to sleep

Trenderman: Fashion - Lady Gaga

I am, I'm too fabulous I'm so, fierce that it's so nuts I live, to be model thin Dress me, I'm your mannequin J'adore Vivienne habillez moi, Gucci, Fendi, et Prada. Valentino, Armani too. Merde I love them Jimmy Choo

Fashion put it all on me Don't you want to see these clothes on me Fashion put it all on me I am anyone you want me to be

Splendorman: Every Demon Has a Rainbow - Hazbin Hotel 

So, all you junkies, freaks and weirdos, Creepers, fuck-ups, crooks, and zeroes, And the fallen superheroes, help is here! All of you cretins, sluts and losers, Sexual deviants and boozers, and prescription drug abusers Need not fear Forever again We'll cure your sin We'll make you well, you'll feel so swell Right here in Hell, at the Happy Hotel! There'll be no more fire And no more screams, Just puppy dog kisses, and cotton candy dreams, And puffy-wuffy clouds, you're gonna be like, wow! Once you check in with meeeee~!

Zalgo: Something Has To Happen - Mister Scoops

Dracul (Satine): Dance With The Devil - Breaking Benjamin

Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight Don't you dare look at him in the eye As we dance with the devil tonightTrembling, crawling across my skin Feeling your cold dead eyes Stealing the life of mine

Ghost of The Trees (Misty):  Hide & Seek - Vocaloid

Ding Dong hurry up I'm waiting Far too late to run Away to see if I can catch you Ding Dong hurry up I'm starving Waiting for you here I know that you are near so come out Staring through the window No escape from my cold gaze now Tearing through your eyelids Creeping close to see you nearer 

Her (Darkelle): Mz Hyde - Halestorm

Welcome to the nightmare in my head, (Oh god!) Say hello to something scary, The monster in your bed, (Oh god!) Just give in and you won't be sorry, Welcome to my other side, Hello it's Mz Hyde!

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To Prioritize Needy News

1.  Purple Hibiscus 2.  Counterfeit 3.  Trust everyone 4.  Delusional ( Like you haven't) 5.  Product 6.  Jordan 7.  None of your business 8.  Double standards 9.  Commercialized, failed experiments 10.  Ten steps 11.  Paranoia, is love stronger than death? 12.  Swim with the fishes ( God said) 13.  Savage patch kids

Purple Hibiscus

What do you like about me? I like your eyes, your smile, they warm my heart late at night when we make unrequited love in the pillow sheets What do you like about me? I like your humor, charm, and the way you talk to people every time you communicate it's like I'm watching a superhero Psychedelic mushrooms have taken over us, it's overtime and it's nice out so it's best you leave Ever since I dipped in purple I've been feeling a little ill, ever since you've left my life I've been leaving a little trail of my tears and I hope no one notices Before the sunset I'll take what's left of me and drag myself to the nearest bar, I got no care but I've walked a million miles before What's a girl like, I wouldn't know I've just met a bunch of bitches. My bad, too bad, all the good ones have flown away from me, I've color coordinated my thoughts with chocolate dip I'm sorry Madre I've inspired a bitch to fuck sideways I'm sorry Padre that's not what you would've taught me, I know The rumors aren't real, you look cute but you keep leaving me in the blue, that's why I have to cut you out I hate to go zero but it's a lockdown. Itself on top of ourselves that's one to many light to go out Purple ruined me that's why it's demotivated me in my own shop, Finance Fuck hatred I'm high for beauty that's why I'm making art for people who can't stand the sight of me, a member of some weird society where they can't keep there goddamn mouths shut The flowers are blooming in the sky, trust me I would know I've been there, I've done that, it's a pretty sight when you're trying to take a vacation away from the monsters that creep up to fuck with you These walls cramp me up that's why I'm scared, I tried to call for help but I don't expect anyone to answer it's best they get moving cause they don't want me, clearly I can see that At my worst I called for a friend, and I got more than a friend, I got everything I've ever needed and he was here all along that was God Formed a relationship with the man that's our business, he gave me everything I needed that's why I killed myself off in Finance until the album came out, it's genius I drank Lemonade and ate some chicken that's all I've ever wanted, someone with pure skin to pass me an opportunity I love you for that, I love you for giving me the chance to hold your hand to guide me through some teen process that only Brittney Cherry could handle Brittney Cherry good luck in college, and Gianna too. I've always thought you were the last two with class in class Goodbye ladies I know you'll have a holy future, my friend told me that you would and I trust his guidance Even when the paint dries I hope my friends will still be there for me. Love is love and loving can be difficult when one's sand sinks to the bottom of the seashore I swear to god I can't change, but love me just the same and I'll love you right back More Pina Coolata's for the girl she might need some, shielding others for my conscience that's what I'll teach my daughter If Finance is the devil, then I have to be the angel cause everyone is the opposite My only opponent is the homophobes who want to be mean to the heart of America, go fuck yourselves I am what I need to be to strive of excellence, and everything I do is excellent that's why I have to try to eliminate the forefront of the wall that's making me suffer lightly with a spatula of butter Dipping in purple may look nice, but it has its cliches even the Bible I was handed said so. Something doesn't seem right but I tried it anyways, and I had to murder Ryan Lapierre because of it. Goddamn these condos and conversations that I can't be a part of cause all these worshippers of the bad things shun me Shut the fuck up I can hear you I'm right here standing behind your back. I never thought you would spurt those words but you did it anyways. That's why I'm angered, frustrated, and a little bit confused Confusing how the friends you used to have, go behind you and say some shit when you did nothing wrong. Backlash for no reason baby that's a holiday. Sober gone wrong, now I gotta go back I'm a Christian now, better not crash If I had to rewrite the pages I'd erase most of the characters, America calls them the villains, I just call them garbage that belong in a disposal Laura won't you marry me, in this black Bugatti Too early I thought so homie This hibiscus is making me laugh in circles, on repeat, and even cry sometimes in my sheets that I used to make love in with my ex girlfriend prison convict soon to be Soonest flight to hell would help, holy shit these people can't spell, I can't stand these bitches. Take a hike and never come back that's the motto for the better hit it If I'm so good in purple then kiss me minutes into sun If there's real out there show me something before it has to rain If I'm the right fit, why are you trying to leave me and Vin Can there be light, I think I've found some, it's with God and his soul Fuck Eddy and his team Don't be scared I just kill you Knowing upon knowing updates of everything going on, I'm feeling like an online textbook full of knowledge. Thank my friend God that he made me a democrat cause fuck these conservatives thinking that black people are the problem of America. Every time a remark pops up my face turns blue and I punch a wall Megyn Kelly let's fuck Isabella don't duck Dip in purple I must Dip in purple I did Turn the lid upside down Soon to be spouse on the way Spent a dollar on some jewelry That's why my sister doing that And I'm about to kill the enemies Here we go don't blink cause you'll miss something 3 2 1 Die

Counterfeit

Holy balls all you motherfuckers get a look at this, I just robbed a store and the police are out to get me. Do you have the audacity to fuck with a God like me, I don't think so, after all I'm a grinder with the characteristics of a figure skater, skating a figure eight without two eyeballs, but one eye looking at his momma analyzing her facial expressions, to the judge the situation of her divorce with the alcoholic father Catch me if you can I'm a bandit on the loose, if you blink once all you bitches gonna miss me make the biggest move of my life. Wait until May 8th that's when I'll really go crazy. Counterfeit banquet hanging on a mouse. Mousetraps across the border, they're coming after me but I'm dodging bullets like the Matrix Keegan Shea can't come close to what I got, and that's a fact all the morally right people know that. I'll take a cherry blossom before the game and fuck my life by making these fucking operations that's a crime in its own self. Sophia Avril I'm sorry for Operation cherry blossom, that's when I was on the vodka Made a pretzel video I'd rather be playing the pretzel game with Alyvia Say your last goodbye before I'm cuffed up winking at my girlfriend Flavor your menu before I have to do this for my momma, my sister, and my fans I got an army that's ready to demolish the lobby, and the swamp full of dirty fucking douche bags who thrive off ignorance, ignoring the fact that there's women around. How can one be a Russell Sanborn when all he does is get rejected on a daily basis, basically what I'm trying to say is he doesn't give up, but based off of the new haircut it looks like he has A lovely day outside to bump into someone on purpose and pinpoint a pressure joint on a girl yelling my name in a moaning motion, that's what the fuck I live for at this point. Research your details before you make a dry remark about what I do, what I do is what I need to do that's why all the bitches call me baby All the Avril's like my style, businesses like the pills I give them even if they get drowsy during the meetings. Shut the fuck up this mediation ain't a joke, I was at a rough spot stop making up stories. I'm not the bad guy, but you a bad girl, Crystal Bowersox fuck something up so we can hit the water spout Counterfeiting a counterfeit that's my charge, don't bartend it cause I'll be back bare nude calling my baby baby, and my lady my girlfriend Jake Ford, can't you go to Singapore, get some better ear piercings they really make me wanna hurl. The reconciliation of a process that's meant for one not all, makes me wanna go to get a car to catch some snakes and kill them off Don't you understand that the cops are after me, it's a common thing cause I'm scamming those bitches off. Shit I'm an official bad boy, is that what God made me, or did he make me to hate people like you. I'll counterfeit what I see especially if I see some uncalled for touching going on between the two of you. Operation Bigfoot I'm so sorry for nothing I don't regret it, note to self don't date a blonde. I'll date a brunette so she can give me that cool sex. Sexual tension between me and the girl and it's getting to firm so that's why the white cops are after me Counterfeit it Counterfeit it Counterfeit it Comeback to life, that's what my future wife is telling me her name is Mercedes I'm just kidding don't shoot me, stop taking everything so seriously you're being so naive go swim a lap and drown to death. Batshit crazy in the bathroom they can't find me here, hereby stating that my eyes are locked in on you and I'm about to snap into a billion pieces cause all the things you say make me wanna grab you by the eyes, and use them for dinner and the jungle Jungle feathered heads making friends with dicks, suck my dick I won't be humble about it, it makes me sick. Makeup all over the couch, the mascara rubbed off, after the offensive drinking that took part at Worcester Technical High School. Skin the bottle, spin the bottle, tell a tall tale about you have no talent, that Alyvia Hagearty won't you be my friend, there shouldn't be in end because I love you so much, I'll pay millions to buy you another tye dye shirt just to see you sneeze on it Counterfeiting a caper the real caper is all these relationships that just form into dead fish at a butcher shop Who's Grayson, Grayson I love you man let me buy you a drink and I'll take a shot after every dirty look you give me in the cafeteria. After then I would die from alcohol poisoning. Power to Pasquale cause she's counterfeiting Erick's heart, like Gigi did to mine. I got God on my side, but even if I didn't I would get a fucking massage and think about all the numbers that Vinny and I lost just to step forward in an operation. If this was the Office and I was Michael Scott, Pam Beesley is right next to me flip flopping like a Budapest making pancake plays on a magazine wall slurping Kool Aid on Wall Street that's why she's a motherfucking wolf, don't vote for Trump. Bitch they're after me, no one can save me on this one this is one where you might just shove a onesie up an ass, and a blue pill in my mouth. Zoom zoom zoom I'm a zombie biting the necks off my enemies. I offered to help but Paul you're making it worse. Paul, Keegan, Roose, Eddy, even the repetitive chubby Edison. These are the men that are in the dungeon. I came to feed but I can't feed all these people humor when they find humor in Hitler Swastikas and racist remarks. Fuck we're counterfeited Counterfeit my feet for money It's a myth don't play with my heart Little silly goose you fucked with the wrong guy I may not be important to you But I can ruin a life in two seconds

Trust everyone

Why does hell have to doubt me, don't they know it Man oh man do they have to know it Damnation can't be real I know, I know, I know May I have a minute with you, I'll make it quick cause I gotta give all my sins to the bank cause it's donation season All the times I've made mistakes I've met my doom it tastes like fucking ivory Socially I'm a butterfly ready to bloom and roll big for the homies, the ones that spend dollars on pop rings If emotional barriers hold people back can emotions be economically stable to be sensitive on a bank account, does it matter? Momma said to your lifestyle the way you want, just don't smoke weed in your future apartment, or anywhere for that matter Anything for the woman that raised me. She, sissy, and Vinny are the only ones I can trust, but somehow I end up making the mistake of trusting everyone Each time someone takes a shot at my heart I'm depressed and imagine me drinking again, I hate it but my biggest problem is getting sucked by the magnet that people hold up onto my body Trust everyone that's a flaw even if it sounds like paradise it's the worst possible encounter to experience. Exiling a match full of women at the party in my twenties in my class there's a real beauty. I'll stroke her like a jellyfish and snuggle her like the twelfth commandment that I switched up as a law that you can tell a secret without getting shot, and wear a hoodie without the bad man fucking you up You are complicated but some how your complexity rouses me. Even when everyone has left you dazzle me, don't take too many shots at the party you're my blonde mermaid. Meet a man who gonna give you something like your father did. I put to much faith in my economics and my freedom of ownership Don't you dare give a talk to a bitch when I didn't give permission Don't go out to tell you friends just so you can Smoke in Fresno later with a freshman Trusting everyone that even talks to me, better write a note that later on we'll become the best of enemies. Fuck all this shit in the parking lot, I'll just past the resort and jam some Advil in my system and call it a night. Putting everything into someone just to get intolerance, you know why I killed myself in Finance it's cause I got my heart broken again it's no mystery History repeats itself when people get released from their disc to determinate dangerous demonstrations like a dictionary with different colors that's different from the ones they came in with I hope once I grow up to become a botanist, they write my name down in pen and rubber stamp it cause I'll roll out knowing I fucked up to trust these four fucks who ain't funny no more Edison I'll cancel your storyline, it's giving me problems, it's getting repetitive the repetition isn't even humorous it's cancerous. Brain damage on the way your shtick is the definition of a short circuit Jazz is my favorite line of art, but they finesse me and I can't get out. Emilee Algieri I promise I'm the one to trust. When the gig is over, maybe we'll connect in a way that others can't. Idiocy is a running theme, so within myself I must start the conversation I guess that isn't too much for someone with iron balls of steel. Excuse me Emilee but I see you walking by, and you look awfully nice, maybe we can walk around just to watch the stars and eat some rice. Beauty is upon you I can see it from a mile away, it's like I'm looking at Cleopatra but you are so alive. Pick up lines are for pussies that's just me being modest. Trusting people who trusted demons who can't be trusted throughout time isn't the best thing, but the bad thing is I do it more than I start an engine sobbing. My queen is queer she's a beauty god, a disco devil almost like D'anglo. Baby when I grow older and my walls have been fixed by whoever wants to fix them, we'll go golden that'll be on my younger tongue 24/7 It's hard sitting next to the same old people, getting no credit for trying to spice the whole thing up, they're sour Sour skittles try to make a move with me and maybe we'll be in the same bed sleeping together. McCluskey remember me, if you don't that's cool too, you'll be getting to know me in the summer. Whichever pill you take that's fine by me but you're alliance could be in shambles Better off dead the fat man said, with scissors I can trim your face off and watch you die in the Sahara Gianna Sasso taking names I'm liking what I see. Alana Trotto that can't be my motto I'm learning not to trust her or her feelings Trust everyone no more I promise, I'm a better man, I'm the best man at the wedding, I'm little God I got a metal that says so. Hope is alive I see it clearly, I can feel the finish line even if I put to much of my stock in people that wanna use me. I'm pissed off my heart still can't pick up the damn pieces All I want is a buddy who doesn't want to fucking kill me Vinny Sasso, Lucas, Eh Koh Loh let's gamble some shit on the poker table Phonies across the area, people can't be so dumb it's called life Don't get so dramatic Jessica that's melodrama at its finest The melody I play is love someone in the first three seconds When it takes them three months to open up I'm not about that shit anymore Trust everyone that's for pussies I'll give you all a lesson about life God unchained me to my father I miss him so much I used to go to therapy Even when someone says they're with you that's bad rhetoric remember they're lying Juvenile twats in court that's what it comes to, or a break up text saying I'm a tool I've heard all the things I've needed to hear Abner Cruz you're a crusader But my ass need to a day breaker to break Jordan and Ryan up Can't you see you can't trust me and we've established that especially Emma Thuot But hey I can't trust all these so called allies either cause they'll snipe me using Nothing but there stone cold eyes that never liked the sight of me Who can I trust, I used to trust everyone until now I trust no one and nothing not even my own mind. She called me sugar daddy, and sent me nudes dude what the fuck that's disgusting, but give me them digits you know because of my depression

Delusional ( Like you haven't)

I think it's about that time to come back alive and make a comeback for the homies I love you God, I love my friends and to myself I'm the king pin of this bitch Take your passports out. 30 day Europe trip awaits us pack your bags we're going now Bitch I'm gonna be the King of London fuck it Ireland all the ladies are gonna love me Cause I chug like there's no tomorrow and side effects are false advertising Board the plane, the day is waiting, first class for me and Vinny coach for the ladies I'll be drinking champagne with a cherry on the top, on the rocks, flirting with the flight attendant cause I'm a pimp about to proudly produce some chemistry I may be delusional and a little bit crazy but I sure do now how do dance so take the blindfold off and fuck a foxtrot and share a tango with the king It's like you haven't seen someone who has a personality before, I promise you mama the personality is down under he's a fucking animal, and a fan of the nudity he breaks walls to be with all these pretty ladies it's delusion Now we're here in Europe I'm about to take my fine ass into the party that's delusion, but if kind of sounds delicious. Death do us part until one passes out wasted underwater in a hot tub, like you haven't done that on a daily basis. I take my three friends Livy, Julie, Vinny into this party seeing freckled friends from all across the country smoking illegal shit with no one to stop them. I see one pretty lady with long red hair and I take her hand to go upstairs in the lobby where it's empty and the light switch doesn't work that's how you know this will work Julia's with three fat Yonkers that our light years way ahead of themselves they are teaching her how to handle stress cause they've been through it all. Giving her advice about what's wrong and right, remember combining spam captions isn't something just to block him Alyvia is dancing with three delusional women they are French I can tell by the birthmarks on their necks. One of them is Lea, one of them is Adele, and the other is Amy. Amy and Adele are making out this is fire oh my God. Like you haven't seen love before that's a lasting impression on an impact tattoo that Vinny's getting on his forearm, pull the fire alarm we got a bad motherfucker at this party I'll tell you what's delusional all this delivery that has to deliberate into a fallen deal because of tax emotions and evasion. Bad motherfuckers find it easy to kick the can when she's making out with Brittney Cherry. I call up the homie Christian invite him to this party too, if this party gets a little foolish then he'll ask for nudes that's some bad taboo, he gets nervous really quickly, so let's invite Gianni so she can flirt with him for free Delusion in Europe that's what's going on, fucking pretty women in my long form 2. Seconds of fun, but hours of silence besides the occasional surprise that my lady wants to share. I take my friends to this nice party in Europe, but once the shit hits the fan that's when we shift back to normal Morality is key when you kill someone on a high streak, I'm a steamer I've steamed many times banging tables like I'm on this tank. I think she's delusional that's why she's singing in my shower, I think she's delusional cause these jockey douche bags are taking control of her mind. I knew she didn't have a brain but she got issues, I want to help her but at the same time I wanna see her crash and burn. I can see the rain when you cry, when I cry it thunders that's just a Tuesday that's why my God knows Tossing and turning the next move that's delusion, that's paranoia paralyzingly paralyzing the pop sound that beat boxes in my head like twenty thousand lions roaring. If we're at this party and we're heavy drinking like we're in heaven, then how about we wear our tuxedos we look fresh in them regardless of our color. Sometimes I fantasize about us shaking hands at a Shibuya festival, that's how much I'm delusional, like I haven't popped a pill since the year my gramma died. All the bitches that give nerds like Sachin anxiety ask me where does your delusion come from, and I say it comes from Thing one and thing two and throw Patricia in there too. My days are twenty four hours and I consume my insecurities onto ounce trays but don't forget Trayvon I'll never forget I love you man Superb squab on the table which fucking pansy gonna grab a knife and cut into the blood. Humus, humor, hummers, I'll give you my life if you can fix my delusion. Abortion cuffing into clinic law that's why I hate Clint Brooks I'll block that bitch faster than I scream at my television saying Hillary won, wishing one last farewell to my friends before my favorite comes and I forget about them go fuck them. Funding with feuds that I like to take part of, it makes my noggin go into a frenzy and my light switch colors on the second. I am delusional, I will stay up to very hours to make myself happy getting high on marijuana pretending my stuffed teddy bear is a woman that I can get down with sandy hook jokes aren't funny you anti feminist orangutan, just because I said something you said doesn't mean you have to say what I said was invalid cause the things I say you treat my adjectives like an adjacent back rub abusing my proprieties and priories cause what you say isn't what I say cause I say shit that you say differently than what she says cause he says what I say contracting to the fucking crap she says to appeal to what he says to see what she says saying what he said to say what she said ending what he said and I'm the he, fuck you bitches I hate your hips, go suck my dick

Product

Contributing money to the foundation of my financial career, with all the money spent I'll take Karate lessons with leftovers, every time Ebony opens her mouth I go through internal therapeutic sessions The reputation I've built for this empire is unquestionable so don't undermine me cause I'm riding on top of the planet with the girlfriend that I'm hiding and no one knows about If I'm some kind of product how come I don't have a price on me, they can't take my pride away, this fake shit on the car that you sold before the par that you stroked that's partnership, I'm anonymous another fake day with fake friends doing random shit that children shouldn't watch This concept a product has semi tan complexion with bipolar colors that's personally disturbing, don't have fun without me I know you can't anyways cause whatever I am labeled as is good enough for someone with a stroke of beauty I don't create the blood, but the pills are being crated now, nowhere can you find them cause they're hidden in a sacred place that you're not allowed in I've been through a whole lot in these sixteen years of breathing air, both mentally and physically with the press of a button I could just explode into millions of pieces, a millimeter of what I do is to impress, I just dress to win over the trend that's why I gotta diamond watch that's too big for my scrawny arm Scratch the cassette that may be the right thing to do, mistakes are a virtue but when you get called names that's when you want to fuck a bitch up Washington when can you surrender, at what point to you get attention for being criminals I am minimally sure that's they're miming me, and watching me, they treat me like a product when I'm just a human being Temptation is a nightmare on an anniversary celebrating a couple who fights all night and day, and wants counseling. Think about what's best for you, even when I'm on the street I help a homeless man out cause I believe in him Powder blue skies that's what I have to compromise pretentious people for, product that isn't me cause I'm pretty clean Rave to the fear, that's light they think I'm something that I'm not, forgot what they said I don't give a fuck just don't identify me as such You and me tonight let's make it happen, don't worry I'm not a wound up doll, if anything I'm a Jack in the box cause I'm so imaginative. Imagine a world where guessing games was the main goal for Gucci sandals and sunshine for a silver friendship. The glory days is when we didn't fight and I wasn't labeled as a product, looking at future houses and a fucking bicycle that we can ride all the way to Shibuya If we just got along alone in a house with not a soul there, then maybe we can laugh like when I used to post YouTube videos for you My knees are numb from all of the pain that didn't feel real until now, if I see you on my feed I'll break down into tears cause I miss your pretty smile There was a sparkle and now the only sparkle I see is in the sky, beating me up for a pair of sunglasses and socks A hooker and a eight ball in my lucid dream, but maybe the dream was with you I forgot how to imagine a motherfucker man without frolicking in the sand, Oh my god I am a product aren't I Underserving acclimate for the worst of the day that's why we give out accolades. I tried my thing with Alyssa Accord but she blocked me the next day. Friendzoned like a fuck that's five fingers chopped up, and ten lines crossed out in my hand An elegant garnish could've saved the time I spent grieving I'm a nocturnal animal Nocturne like a love bicycle that's a bypassing byproduct for bystanders forming claymation cause they can't get a piece of picture pussy themselves Now I'm forced to practice like a product that's foreign to some producers of self communication and dehumanization it dehydrates me to death to think about those people in decades to come Just to rewind to the remembrance of Eleni that Greek chick that I used to have a crush on, oh my Ryan Lapierre your lady picking is similar to a homophone with disaster tendencies to disable a teleporting line with telekinetic tendencies to financially fuck someone with money in their pockets, that may not be my morals but that's the way that I draw feel free to vomit in my coloring book, after all if I'm just some company than you can't compact a product that hasn't even hit puberty yet, that's just puppetry In Tunis lied cause I'm institutionalized for my bare knowledge that I display on a day to day basis. Going larger is a vibe that's why my vibration is a lie, just look at my relationships which tend to rather die Being labeled with a sticker like I'm the United Kingdom, I'm supposed to be the king of you how dare you switch sides and ride with douche bags with dildos Illegally this is taking me to a place of mind to start a stab show with a butter knife, and ketchup for dramatics. Honey don't forget your perfume that Chanel works for me and others even though I'm more of a rendezvous guy, God hodgepodges my 2017 by giving me another set of testicles, at my own testimony I hope Asiah shows up she's the only one that doesn't tissue the shovel when the struggle is on high alert in the prison that we call a job Loved as fuck but damaged as such don't do what you need to know that's my job. My confidence oiled onto a stretcher crippled like a wounded soldier luckily I saved it, cause what I gotta do to get revenge for the homies that sadly had to die is sabotage to enemy and use power to my advantage Bitch they say I'm such a product, but I'm a productive prodigy. It's proficient to profile a motherfucker with the chemical balance to backtrack a bassoon like O.J Simpson. If I'm being compared to the Matrix than how can all of this be real, instead of myself being the problem, maybe it's the skinny dipping skull bitches that caress the drama first and I'm okay with the that, because if I go out looking good, that's good enough for me, cause I got what I needed and the need has salvaged me into optimized strategy

Jordan Warner

I'm getting tempted by these jockey fucks, smelly fucks with body odor they don't use old spice, my old grandpa who I hate because he's old smells better than these buffalos. I don't care though I'm in love, I'm in love with these assholes cause that's my drift, my end game is to break a heart cause I got nothing better to do, and I'm straight up clueless Motherfucker what you doing asking me out on 9/11, bitch who do you think I am, I'm Jordan Warner not your whore from pre school, I use boys to get attention cause I'm petty and pretentious. I won't love you, I'll only pretend cause I like Chris Sweeney that's my babe. I'm not just some wannabe Wannasee trash chick from the valley, I'm a freshman with some spice that I got from the garden alley. In my garage I have my cleats I'll spike a motherfucker who wants to call me Cherry Blossom They say I belong in a mental asylum no I don't I'm just American. Shabalaga we're best friends but best friends don't fuck that's why I gotta fuck with Sweeney. All we do is just argue like we're smoking shit, what am I supposed to do just sit and kiss you. Every time we lock lips I projectile vomit all over my grandma cause she's old Fuck old people they look so gross, fuck everyone besides the ten boyfriends I have they all cool besides Ryan Shliapa. You look like a llama you act like a lady cause you're so fucking sensitive I have everything a lady wants I'm hot, I got the body, and I don't rot like a lamb getting catabolized for food experimentation. Don't you dare to try to fuck with me Shliapa you are never going to see what's down under, even though you've tried I've declined that's a no go bitch Bitch I stare at Ryan Lapierre because he looks at me like I'm some kind of psycho witch. Who's this Ryan Lapierre he's a real fucking douche he can go and suck my dick. Sweeney won't you beat his meet Okay that's enough agent red I've caught on don't think I haven't seen you. My mental capacity is strong and if I have to break out my habit of strategy I will. Instagram eight at night I'll text my motherfucking brother Ryan saying watch the fuck out, you're getting cheated on like a snake on the human scar. Bitch what the fuck is going on, every time I see you you're on another guy's lap. Being caressed by football players without a brain cell, when he's not looking you go tongue to tongue with Dylyn. Am I just seeing things, or do I see a motherfucking phony. I will wipe up the blood on the floor, shit is on the wall, and these walls create a monster. If you wanna end this shit show how bout you break up with him, his breath is being wasted by a red goldfish loving nightmare. Jordan Warner I admit you got the looks, but the only thing that's on the inside is black and we all know that. Three alter egos in this fucking song. Jordan Warner, Ryan Lappy, and here comes Dennis Jordan Warner won't you love me, I just want to feel you all the time. I miss the times that we used to cry over The notebook that was the shit in 2004. Once you and Ryan end your thing maybe we can fully comprehend and complete a figure fuck in a final mental showdown with a moth I got a thing for red heads, Alexis was before, and you are the present. You might be the president of passive aggressive nobodies but let's agree to love one another without going to the next person to fuck their slimy ass. Don't assault a bond that we painted on the first day of dating, Jordan Warner I know you're daring, but you're dating me and it should be for good, don't be a fool and send nudes to people that you're not supposed to. I want the password, to see your history with certain people, I got my knowledge from a blonde who got her knowledge from a thot. You might not be aware but I know much about you, just wait until the summer once we're talking you're probably going to fall in love with me too. After all you have thing for Ryan's. If you want to date Mr. Anxiety than how come you're not dating Erick. He's the clingy time that can give you free sex all the time. All my friends say that red head is something else, that something else is you fucking nobodies for lunch money Warner I warned you to backtrack those broken thoughts because I see so much potential, but when push comes to shove we'll all be throwing a pity party towards your name. Ready for the summer I know you are Mrs. Warner. I'll help you sort your shit out so you can be a loner. You can have me I'm single and I like Pringles, oh wait I'm sorry I'm taken to Alyvia I'm kidding that didn't work out. I got my eyes on you at your lunch table. Vinny and I are pulling some true detective shit we catch things that even your fuckboy can't catch. They call me the king because I can find the cracks in a relationship. And I've found the crack it's you Jordan Warner. Plumbing isn't your job, I want you to be in finance so you can tickle my inner mechanics to have the motivation to punch someone out that's playing cards with the devil. I love you Jordan Warner but stop cheating and stay loyal cause to wrong to play origami with five people at once. The points I'm trying to make are valid so just follow along with me someone who thinks you're a model in a construction class with a couple smelly fucks who can't spell for their goddamn lives. The language I speak is fluent fact that's why you gotta stop squatting on your two things at once yoga mat and take a lap to realize the rat that you've become. Jordan Warner you should be an organ donor so you can donate something for once in your life just stop sitting there and watching. Unless you make a change, you must be stopped by me and my members. How are you gonna tell your kids that Chris Sweeney is their daddy because mommy made bad life decisions. I've only had one special honey and her name was Isabella and once I realized she was the fuckin devil I had to let her go. But if you want what you please I ask you Jordan Warner to go ahead, but remember to feed dinner you must be remembered as God's creation, and I can count my fingers to ten but if the clock turns to twelve clockwise and you haven't changed, tech will turn to hell, and hell will be upon you Goodbye Shaps, hello Lappy Goodbye Sweeney, hello Ryan Goodbye dye, hello natural I'm the gucci bitch don't mess with me or my handbag, I'm a little tipsy but I'll tiptoe to get some more whiskey. And fuck him before my daddy come home to see me ripped

None of your business

Damn personal space means nothing to people no more, I'm not one to call someone out like a picky person but pick up your garbage when maiden mothers try to motorboat your lips without lipstick and a flick of shine Cannonball in the crystal clear water, clearly the wagers aren't so private when Captain Obvious crushes on some angel from Amsterdam that's you Sophia None of your business what my work is, what matters is that my mental health is cleansed before the big game with these sick motherfucking children who act like I'm some mass murderer murdering the force God why did you leave me with some anomalies I can't unbox, it's unbreakable because unblocking me is clearly something that they don't tend to think about Even whenever I'm minding my business, there always seems to be someone bitching about how I'm something that they don't want to be, I say fuck them and continue to make alliances with people that care about my feelings, and love me Attention ladies I'm not scared of your threats, they make me laugh cause it's pathetic how one can stoop so low to never talk to me again. How about you get your emotions checked out so you don't make a mistake and make out with waysides riding the dicks off other junkies Our whole friendship is a subliminal message, this is supposed to be a community I suppose we don't all have to support each other but when one is sipping the juice of the devil than I have to duck None of your business what I'm doing on my Periscope. People punctuate without any preconditions on their plate and quite frankly I'm sick of it. Disappointed in glitter that Amanda Gocklin isn't mine, but minerals can't adapt without a leader and these dry rocks pathetically ham in terrible insults to make me start something so they can victimize my decisions. Oh God they're demons, kill them with a stroke of your arrow, and sacrifice the heroes in sight for the villains that don't shed light None of your goddamn business who the fuck I talk to, let me do my thing. Stop acting like my mother when you can't even raise your attitude to be mature enough for a group chat. Changes I need changes to be a man that has rational cumquat potencies. Drink a magic potion, so that you faint when your ass deflates in defense to the bullshit. The cabinet is full of cabinetry that's not what I sign up for I sign up for the memories, the good times with people that experiment with exotic flavors. Instead I'm only seeing the cast of an extra excoriated exorcist go fuck them all with my themes and my animals Watch your mouth, I consider myself to be a charade of Christ because of my fatherly hula hooping to the people that need a brother. Circling around the dining room just to touch a beauty and her crown, drowning my sorrow with the duchess to clutch my used to be crush with a white Ferrari and a diamond ring with flawless diameter. The streets are filled of contemporary women who push me aside even when I'm productions fresh strawberries, goddamn watch your goddaughter her and the car are about to collide, fuck that it's none of your business what kind of color I dip in cause I'm out chasing the seventh severance package that owed me a dollar for lollipops Tried to fuck Lindsey now I'm biking to try and find myself love again, it's none of your business that I'm nonexistent dying my hair for the extended warranty of a bad boy Julia Pasquale watch it don't make threats when you can't dish the heat, I'll dance in the night to ice pick the homie to my right who's up my ass about God knows what, I just tell her to dig in thinking I'm driving insane on the far line of immaculate bulldozing. I won't pick apart your shit, if you dip into the good side and stop fucking around with my heart, none of your business to tell me the to do list when mist is in the skyline, and soloist is the next step in my nest Hotel up there, excellent excerpt you taught me to butterfly, to swim good from theories looming I NASCAR has a special piece of my heart, none of your business how these colors interact in my interstate At the strip club with all these people on my lap, but all I think is how I get back at the assholes, do I slash their neck with red, or kill them with the blue If your business was my own, then I would take ownership of heatstroke me and Heather would die The feather flew down from the sky, I'm about to say some shit that will go over your head, and the only business that this pertains is mine and a select few Tell me the fewest crescents to go over the moon without coming back as a wolf, clawing cans backstage I wish I had my camera to document this Stapleton. Love is like a box of chocolates, but I swear to god the shallow people purr like Luther studying damnation, I am shaking but fuck you if you think you're so proud of yourself, you are wrong because your eyes are red from all the crying that the fathers brought Hey I've been looking for a good one for my whole life, when I reside and resign from Earth I hope I've already found the second piece of the Lapierre show None of your damn business can you please leave bitch, Karma sutra that's aura. Angling the way sliding out there water bottles, I will fucking kill you, and fuck your before the moon comes back, and the background gets reversed by my backhand strutting in the bathroom. Newscasters America is a duck, and my classmates suck, but my business can be defined by the way I come about. If one hundred fifty wasn't enough then I'll go to a bridge concert to concede my cool to sell you out

Double standards

My homie got beat to death cause he dated another man. He came out of his shell to date him, he felt so brave, I was a proud brother the little homie identified himself as what he was I love that kid. We go to Shannon's party for a few cocktails and I witness my homie mingling with another man so I go over, cause I gotta see the rundown of what's going on. A couple hours later my homie is making out with the man, I'm stunned in glory proud that my shy friend can adapt into a tank that's some real talk. Perfume hits the air as the scent of pine scenes trees in springs, there's no tornado outdoors cause this is a party full of outsiders, this is their time, it's timeless love, way to go homie you got yourself a boyfriend. Don't let nobody tell you nothing. A few days later I call my boy up he's still with the man that he fucked at the party, he finally felt like he was loved, his parents gave him no attention, getting spanked by dad 24/7 he didn't live that good life. So he rolled some blunts with the man as they locked eyes and started kissing nightly. I walk on by to the house I smell marijuana it's a little bit crazy, but they're madly in love and I'm happy for my friend as he was knocking on heaven's door days ago. I invite the two of them to my place for a couples banquet for some shrimp and pasta, they say fuck it yes let's go tonight. So they put their matching tuxedos on and their colored bow ties with Chanel, and pack a couple wine bottles cause they know me well. The wind is harrowing, above looks sad, but that's just the casual rain. I invite the homie Donald I've known him since pre education, and he's a people person he can bond with the best of them, he's so great. So I get the crackers ready and the champagne popping, this is what you call a fucking party. Donald arrives with his golden necklace, his goddamn grills, and his girlfriend Selena. She speaks fluent French and that's how I like my hookers sister he knows what my heart craves. Selena's knee snapped on her way to the bathroom, before the party started and she started crying like a wounded gazelle, Donald goes to help her when I hear the doorbell ring. It's Jarome and Jared my two friends, my great amigos. Matching tuxedos, with a man bun eighties style looking like studs. So all the guests have arrived and I'm about to introduce one to the other cause I'm such an important host. Donald gets up off the ground with his French princess and gives a dirty look when he sees Jarome and Jared holding hands. Jarome is all in he reaches out his hand and Donald slaps it looking angry, we were scared I never saw him this upset before. Donald starts yelling saying what the fuck are these faggots doing they should go to hell. I punch Donald in the face saying get the fuck out of my house you inconsiderate illiterate don't use that word that's offensive, where are your fucking morals. Donald doesn't care he takes me to the ground, grabs Jarome by the neck and takes his belt out while I'm unconscious. Frenchie and Jared are trying to hold him back but Donald is so buff that they're no match. Punches are being flown, and tears are being shed. Jarome's face is purple as a grape, as he falls to the floor, and he's pronounced dead. It's 2017 what the fuck are you all doing, let people be happy and live their life the way they want to. I don't care if you're gay that's fine by me, it's not a choice if someone tells you that say shut the fuck up you don't know nothing about LGBTQ. All you conservatives, and bible pushers wake the hell up we're in a new generation. Where relationships can be formed by people with the same sex. If God could change the Bible he'd let gay people be, I know God is up there shaking his head at the Texans. If me and you have to fight the system then we should do it. The system don't give a fuck about orientation, minorities, or transgenders they just talk about deporting, and discriminating against all of them every day. I'm a straight man in High School and I got more common sense than you baboons. The only gross thing I see is a republican going on about gun control like an insane dumbass. This world was made by immigrants, be thankful for your local Muslim who you're probably not paying a dime. It's 2017 we should all get along, and accept one other's lifestyle. Donald Trump ain't doing shit so how about we control the country in our way, where everyone gets paid the same, and equal rights are the name of the game. Trayvon Martin got shot for wearing a hoodie, Oscar Grant got shot by the police for simply being black. You know how much suicide is going on cause you bullies encourage hatred across the nation. If I have to be the preacher that has to unite the country than I will in 2040. I will be there for you, even if everyone has left, and you don't have a home let me be in your heart as I will care about you. To all the gay people out there that feel like they can't fit in I'm here for you, I'll help you out I promise you. We may not have a leader who gives one damn about you, but we can raise the rainbow flag and wave it high cause you shouldn't feel shame in who you are. You are loved by many, and these communities inspire me every day, the light will come to you, and you should never feel shut out

Commercialized, failed experiments

Did you experimentation work the way you wanted, do you commercialize your options just to fit in, inside do you have the heart to fertilize the scent of a rose? These walls can talk they come to life at night, I took a shot in the dark to try to fix the broken machinery but a man can't stand uncompressed memories, that will put me in memorial service. How about we get some Vodka just to ease the insanity of the inside of our insurance. You help the homeless out, while I slap my homies in the stomach. It's a golden shower filled with desperation and droplets of teardrops that would make a grown man cry. Operation Bigfoot was an experiment, and it expired rather quickly. I may be no Bradley but I got better abs just ask Isabella. Sunshine in heaven that creates diffusion between my different quotations that's subliminal for some reason, easy there you were being used, you were born to be a user. Useless to think of some clever username just to make you reek of depression. If there was white behind me and if I had to speech a couple lines I would put on this act that's not part of the contract that I signed as little baby. Controversy is my middle name put that on my Mimosa and my peppermints. The sound of one's engine energizes me to experiment on people with thyroid problems, and kidney failure. The daily routine is to act funny to save a life, I do that for a lifetime don't you think there's something behind the lottery, if you do you won the million dollars. Baking heartbreak like that Crystal shit cause she knows what I have been through, commercialized attention whore, just to gore a fitness package full of illegal pills. Red or blue I'll let you choose, just so when you pick wrong I'll be the one to leave the casket open. Molly aren't you jolly laughing with me at the attractive blondie, that's going on a vegan diet, failed experiment she gave up to eat that Chicken liver in two minutes time I saw that. Five hours a day for nothing, treating it like I'm working a job to fight the fury of our future nation enemies. The day before the election that's when I called up my army to fuck the fun to ruin shit that would never be. With Pasquale we then killed something that didn't need a stab. Might as well unlock the injection code to inject, cause I was fired from what I loved, we sat there silent thinking is it over for us. Now the bitch that freed my self doubt about getting out there wants a job at Burger King flipping fake patties just to get some money for the restraining order against her boy toy Dan. The story was her breath smelled like Mocha Latte Chocolata at Coachella, cause she was drunk on caffeine that wasn't me, she chose the red. If life is an experiment than all these failed experiments are created by exodus experts who flush the blood down the toilet on a monthly basis. I don't smoke that weed no more, it's better if I try to be independent cause I was identified as a motherfucker before. To take my anger out I might have to sell out my closest allies even though they did nothing wrong, commercializing my life story as a soon to be teen mom cause my gateway is straight into my own territory, shoving intelligence out the window to interest my mental issues so I can see the things that I'm not supposed to see. Eyes glimmering maybe it's just the fertilizer that I sprayed onto my new red Bugatti, on the carpet I rolled with my homies like a dog, but I'm prepared to brawl about some random shit to get people to hate me, even if I'm not getting paid, it's better to stand up for what you believe in cause I'm in a temple of love. I'll say I'm more friendly, but it's okay my judgement is clearly flawed. It's my turn to talk, I promised that I would try to help, but how can I help a broken branch when she's clearly impossible to work with, the impression you set within my ecosystem is a high intolerant crybaby you need a fucking binky cause quite frankly I'm sick of your official shit. Fuck we experimented way too hard and now together we must witness what we created, when is summertime so I can drink and dance just to text a stranger to phone fuck at twelve AM. If America was watching anyone with some common knowledge that doesn't work in congress, would sort out the heroes and the villains quite simply. Accusation every day, all I wanna do is flush someone out with a flashlight and duck tape, Loving cringe it's turning into a permanent disease for me, maybe I'll just paint my whole body with tattoos saying lick me cause that's what I get off at. If someone could see the real something they'd turn into a raven and fly south forever, this thing is going downhill that's why I'm bringing out the pills, cause every time I talk what I get is attitude, fuck attractive people. Guidance Councilors and countless guilty people in our circle, peer pressuring pear heads to headshot the many mistakes they make on their headset equipment, the IQ of Finance is equivalent to a Chipmunk, but at least Chipmunks can keep their mouth shut. Even when I'm trying to help a fellow upset man out, I get pathetic friends from the girl before her sweet 16th birthday, let me do my work or else I'll go on your account and disable it. Don't think I'm soft the only thing that's soft is the way Jahmiah talks to us, God bless her. Commercializing this television program with unsettling behavior, but fuck with me and I'll turn you into a commercial that no one watches. A part of me wishes I was in Convo cause I've come to the conclusion that making this collusion constructed destruction in my mental health. A failed experiment is an effort you make to try something that is unlimitedly armed with the love from the up above, but when your experiment inherits the injection of rage in your blood, maybe you should excuse yourself and stop trying to make it work, when the makeup has run dry.

Ten steps

Ten steps to glory, that's a thousand trophies to the house of Tori's Bow down to the bobber with some money for some common ladies Me I'm pulling a Lazarus, saving up gasoline for the trip to China Use to be a quad but I'm feeling a strong trio, with homie and the queen Don't hate me, hate how the game is played it's checkered seven Several thousand people have havens about amnesia but I'm ten steps to living I'll down a million mountainside mints at your show, and sugar high myself to entertain I'll take a rain check on the shower, I must continue to fuck with Jamie Raising expectations, them motherfuckers creeping on to attack me But I've stacked some spaces between the wall to talk about our song It's wrong to miscommunicate that's why we can't go on that date Rate you out of one hundred girl you're a sold eleven, cavities from caviar And desperate for attention so I go on Skout to find a skinny later with some paper I ran out of tears when I was ten years old, nowadays you can find me hungover I'm the best of my generation, making bets on what colored underwear you're wearing in the bedroom, coming up from the soil in the renaissance to fool a face off for no more than two cents a fucker. All these fun fucks fucking my formation, that's my favorite heartstrings to play when you're heartsick from these heartbreaking unbound academic caterpillar sketches. Ten steps before I dunk myself onto the winning throne, where I'll throw a bone to the babies cause they seem to be getting incurable rabies, accumulate a calculation where the bitch never wins, and wishes come to function to find my buried treasure in a punching match that I won. Seven inch inactive, how the ladies gonna see that I must report it to the firefighters so they can fact check it with the bloody casket. Used to go twenty steps backwards when I saw boomerang bullets in my class that I created. Now I take ten steps forward cause I found God, and he's here to help me to try to kill a messenger who's acting like a puppy dog just to fit in, cause we stole his people away, so to stay cool he spreads some fake shit cause he a mother fucking snitch. Now I got the yams, I got Richard Simmons handspring and I'll fit it in my ten stripped polyester suit, that all the ladies say is a sweet ride for a goddamn pimp for a lifetime One step is I the God in the sky being the best in our skyline life and I got the skills for all that paperwork, rolling paper right cause I'm a people person fitting in to extra terrestrial extract sessions for a fellow privileged butler getting closer to the butter Two step is she, the issue, the extinct example of a diva elephant, she might be out of her element but she needs tissues to breathe, cause after all the time she complained she'll be dead in the sewer Three step is he the son, the misogynistic father that bothers the living hell out of everyone he meets, fuck him to a tee cause all he does is play God with his significant other who's republican as the others in the suburbs Four step is Bella won't you rub your Nutella into my you know what, cause you know us, it's out control intercourse that feels outdated but the doors are locked, so give me more before we snore until twelve P.M and the cops are knocking on our door Five step is Gianna the Rihanna of the seniors, God bless you you're the only one that I don't hate, a privilege to make some enterprising entertainment for you, my biggest fan no doubt about that I wish you the best of luck at Worcester State, may my friend bless you with a good life, so tight. Six step is Rocky, membership to asking girls out on Shrek dates, the only ogre giving oral any time soon is you and Kendra Rose when I hook you doves up in the summer morning of July Seven step is the betrayal, it's best to not suffer my institution with a forty eight caret caregiver who masters the art of deception. It's best by default to move on with my life, but the definition of myself is someone who sticks around even when I smell the scent of disgusting nastiness, ditching but I'll pitch my case or evermore I'll shut YOUR whole shit down Eight step is either which way, is it best to rest in paradise with parasites all over you while you're looking at Tom Ford Tuxedos, or is the better option to bet on a super operation to bowl all over competition in a call to rial dimensions? Sleep talking without a gate I'll video tape the whole thing to send to my therapist, she'll like the popping noise Nine step is encountering hipsters with trigonometry, trading poker chips, and power moves if you're so popular than make a loving gesture to a girl with some fantastic log in code, decorate a door for more makers of minutes so your Matrix idea can levitate into a diaristic ball and chain potential client teen that gives no damn about anything besides his Justin Beiber water bed Ten step is the animal. If we have to fetch with synonyms, and homophones to make a home satisfied than toss around the idea as God as the Zookeeper, and me is the lion. I am trained to be a beast, don't expect a day without some chaos. Simmer was the middle name of the hotline of the shaken anti christ chickens that will fuck their pants with a mittened teddy bear Rare bikinis at the magazine shop which sells magic offside vinyls for middle class entrepreneurs like Ryan Lapierre. Ditch an entourage, to go into a Montoya restaurateur monologging with seven people who externally and eternally encourage you to set a dream to fuck Kate Upton. Uptown girl don't go and cry, I'm straight fire but I'm more of the guy that takes the flames out. For fun I'll make another one die and urinate on the sidewalk jaywalking Beatles style with some real heroes. May not like my personality but that was my intern job, May 8th come and the job has just begun. Ten steps watch me loosen screws, the screen is mine, in screaming time

Paranoia, is love stronger than death?

She liked my Sherlock, I went to far and locked the page with paranoia Karnataka paranoid shit going on, she called me schizophrenic cause I was losing my marbles faster than when that entree came at the end of my last supper An average bitch learns how to do this crazy shit throughout pre teen, but the presumption was to love with ease. I loved her more than anything that's why we did a tango to Viva La Vida vividly and had some physically satisfying sex in the shower Stupidest question I was asked was where I got my paranoia from, bitch it's cause you fucked with my emotional gate, now the gateway is jittery and it won't cool down The lens on paper says to strike a starting point with a racetrack and a racer that is this so called legend, I learned to be Mr. Make believe just to forever forget a past that hurricanes my heart with a passion Mariah Carey Karaoke at the Irish bar, no incidents involved cause inside your shell is that coffee scented marker from the Valley. You looking at me with these dirty eyes and the edges that make me get all nervous, won't you stop it. I wonder numerically were you just here to design me, and at the end tear me apart with all your mighty. If I gotta go make an alliance, then call up people who have at least two brain cells. All these games are making me paranoid, a one night stand turning into a three month love fest in the matter of a minute. Bitch what do you want me to do, I won't be your Jake Ford stereotype I can open a fucking door. It ain't easy creating one thousand deaths to spare a thousand pyramids. Teaching me to myself not some mistake that can't feed a deed without being syntactically puppy dogged. Dark thoughts across my brain, it's complicated but nothing can stop the feeling of being lost, lady bought me a Ferrari, gotta stop before lose Jordan Warner is a prototype, stereotypical relationships that's not my thing I'd rather wait until my mail comes in. Dirty dancing alone is fine for now, just wait until a woman gonna love you. I miss the touch, and the feeling of someone that cares about you. Oh why, oh why do you gotta fuck it up, go through hell and back because of your dilemma, did you think that this was gonna happen I've gone too crazy, now I'm heading towards nowhere at this show that we call staged poultry. If I gotta be solo I'll rock that style on the download, if there's a no show before my father's anniversary then I'll talk to God and drink Martinis to I drown with some homies that will stick with me. Fuck you, I'm not an operationist, I'm just an impressionist wearing Nikes. Rather be impressive than be dating some kind of misguided culture bat. All these things go right to the heart, that's why every fasting is so sensitive. Every sentence is some unethical white shit, shut the fuck up my fist is fully charged. I am capable of choosing what deal I want to take part in, it doesn't feel paranoia but the creek cracks when life gives you love lemons and your face feels unfelt for the first time since you were a firstborn. Three dimensional model I was in love with you, you were in line with the wet dreams that happened on the weekly, weekends are a little rough but the only credit that's being giving is the art of bicycling across an acoustic version. There's two versions, but the side that is going to be revealing itself on a permanent permit is the side that lets others capitalize the catalog color that they are choosing to friend because of their ancestry. Paranoid about what people are gonna think, but if I take her to my kingdom then maybe we can make some small talk. There's no sense of acting sensitive when every session is about some medical marijuana and therapy on Every Thursday. Death is coming later on, but is love stronger I think it is cause it ain't any better. Twenty different procedures just to find a mistress to divorce in thirteen years. I don't wanna be in court, I wanna have a daughter. I don't want to fight with four different women I want one that understands that I'm not perfect. Perfection is reality but if we can bedroom talk for two hours making the best sex I guess I'm okay with that. Rhythm in the beginning is quite easy, but when the sparkle drowns itself in the Atlantic that's when a rough patch settles and it's not pretty. Fantasizing about Las Vegas, and months of wedding planning, I could write an essay about a perfect woman. Anytime we wanna be Cleopatra, then let's keystone the ignition and find a pretty picture so we can solve it piece by piece, if this is love than this is strong, I need to love I'll let it ride. High priced tattoos all over her freckled neck, I like that a put a golden necklace with your name on it, that makes you so attractive. Just don't use me because my butterflies are punching my stomach because I'm scared of what might happen, if our love runs out and the money goes to salvage. Holy shit what's your name, I better flirt like Ryan Lapierre cause this lady mighty fine. She's an archeologist that's into film, this is the girl I want to make my wife. So now we're going at it in the bedroom saying good morning when it's still dark outside, outsiders who don't got no Oscar, if we have a fancy dinner I'll show you what's down under. No Vodka needed, no needles in use because we love each other, if this is what it feels like I'll put a ring on her middle at the age of 22, to spend my life with her even if I'm near broke after college At some point we have to sacrifice our soul to the light, doesn't matter what age when your time is up, you can't fight it cause it's no option. It's okay for your eyes to well up, and upload sadness into something so vial, but don't be scared it's okay to believe, because when you reach out never look back, and believe in yourself.

Swim with the fishes ( God said)

Renegade I hate the tribesmen I wanna real estate that gives us pension, can I have your permission to get a license and drive late at night cause I got nothing to do? Broken hearted by my Holy Grail, hold the liquor we have to see what is in store. If I die tonight then temple come my allowance is sunk, it will suck when it's raining heavily across the crescent, even the ones against me could leave some memories God said for me to Swim with the fishes cause I got fucked by someone's murder weapon, I didn't think I'd die with someone out to get me, something's in the water it's commonly found as granite I'd defy gravity if I defended my moral rights. God is right he did that, he's done it, I think if I do the things that he'd accomplished, then I'd make my future happen. If I didn't somehow make it work, my will is pointless when no one's praying for the homie giving out free lottery tickets. Living the good life with the magnitude within an appropriate manhunt, what's the matter with these people no thesis longer than eighteen kilos, I'm a rider good riddance my good friend. The blood is on the cross, and crossroads are cracking that's the communion I created. The colony is clockwork by the time we leave the circus, my circumference will be empty. Talk to God every day, confession every Friday we do our own thing, partnership that's defying odd-work. If hell was on Earth then wouldn't everyone breathe the same, if Heaven was here would our love stay the same as our plan. Please pass the grape wine, and a blue pill to bottle in and drink it when I'm lonely. The planet's full of Uranium and sky, let's give pills just so storylines can end. Steroid junked by a jury full of starships, weed metamorphosing in the air that's just the army of blondes, deadliest death done to silencers and broken headlights that's threatening to someone who hasn't throughly thought it through. Swim with the Fishes God said, I expect a pretty painting to be painted by an artist of I and the colors in one hundred years from now. It's professional to offer up some assistance when the advice your being given is armature level arbitrage. The obituary is in the paper now I gotta get down on my knees and start praying. God said there is different silver linings, so I took a source material to step my game up and instead of shooting the idea down I brought my own way into the inside. Chosen Chocking on by with a villainous violinist who strums her own swan song, when she gets rejected by a fellow abuser. Some choose the route of the right, and I gotta fight to go to the left, where all my lobbies are. Deathly sentence by overturn law enforcement, and beautiful mermaids. Lifeline love that's what we loved talking about in a radically tab inoffensive jungle. Not high on scenting, high on passion, when I start swimming in the pond that's when I'll allow you to create different wavelengths. Eavesdropping in a shack, that's where I'll be laid to rest, scene one and action that'd another paycheck for the girlfriend. It ain't party time when your relationship ain't perfect, the chick goes to tennis tournaments but if I have to strategize I can cancel my complaint card and complete in my motherland. Land mother don't day the wind when all you want is the sun, I promise to order balanced weather, from land and sea I will feel the need to raise the sand. Down in lovers lane I'll be the lion. I'd take my love by the hand, she might be invisible but it's what I got above. Going natural instead of the campy suit, I'm going out with my hands held high, my heart pounding even after the murder, next is the search party for my father. Nothing would make me more thrilled than to hug him one more time, never got the chance to tell him I love you. I can feel the lust it's like a magnet, building a better future for my conscience making connections. I'm willing to put the lonely days behind us, to lay you down from keeping you from feeling sad and breathless. Don't pray for the worst, freezing from kinetic killings that's happening to our renegades. Renew before I, cause I'm worrying the haunt has come. Comeback coming I am Lazarus, can't even tell the difference Idris and Matthew please come and find me, I'll play you by the fiddle and invertebrate an investment sticking stocks seeming inefficient from all the money that you're collecting, when all she wants to do is kick the bucket and run from troubling Ricardo the bartender from the ground under, cause all my barriers are cracked and the walls are alcoholic. Some scholar told me to push, and I'm pushing even though eventually I'd rather pull. A handout to some certain university called Harvard, I'll buy you a necklace before you head out the door. Swim with the fishes God said, when you do swim with the fishes remember to do the butterfly they'd satisfy there beliefs to see another butterfly. That sounds orange, but I'll keel snorting red to keep on moving on, embracing loses but when the win comes I will create. Paris and fashion in foursomes can fuck forgiveness but I will never forget. Hiding under the turtleneck if it's my turn to go, I'm going to die swinging from the fences. Within seconds of a time the round of applause gets smaller and smaller. Welcome to the splash zone don't you think this immaculate. Racketing you to go dial your friends in your rocket. Overdose commercials coming to a Dodge car near you, chargers fuck the swimming, same shirt but feeling shirtless to cover my eyes in the shower, don't hurt yourself it's not your turn to die, fierce fish fight eyes open wide, when will you cut your shit, and choose to come back. Don't fade my baton I wasn't finished with my screenplay. Key to my heart feeling the form that's some polished excellence. Experience delusion within five names I care for. I don't wanna die, I don't wanna swim with the fishes, God I love you do this favor. During the storm I never lost who I was

Savage patch kids

Everyone in June to September lived in my internal reality. The realization that I'm fucking up what the fuck is this? No future for the two of us, living separate lives without each other at this point I've gotten over it. Ice skating rinks are totally overrated, drama and a bunch of bullshit I'll pay God a couple hundred bucks to get me out of here. Lying about who knows what on a daily basis, attention span directed towards inaccuracies and misinformation. She was innocent, she had the right to say good riddance and goodbye to me. Never got the chance to express myself, I was rocking in mid June, and I fucked it up I should've took it slower, savage patch kids for life was the deal, didn't even last a year isn't that shame. I regret in sorrow every day thinking about what I did wrong to cause the dysfunction. No Ice Cream meet, or blueberry drinks can save the drunken days chatting about our personal secrets, safety was a key, but I realized I was in love and I took it too far by doing phony shit, texting clingy messages making mistakes on an hourly basis. Not only one I loss but I lost the sister too, months of healing I'm all healed I just need a minute to clear some shit up. Put the thing to sleep on the fifteenth, I beg and pleaded but there was nothing I could do, adapted too lately, realizing all the bloody shit I created at the end of the friendship. All I wanted to do was to help, and all I did was create more of a train wreck. We were tangoing with love in the beginning, but towards the end it was theoretically destroyed. I lied my way to the end, and the ending wasn't so pretty. Apology to her, I'm aware of these flaws. Issues in the summertime I got them all dealt with. The boat was too big, but my heart was to fixated on something that would never happen. Can't even look at sour patch kids the same way again, or listen to renegades without skipping the radio station. Real talk I used to be your number one homie, and now I'm the number one loner with no one but a bitch baby, and a crack audit who uses slang to fit in. Don't forget the good times we shared, I know I won't, even the thirty viewers on the channel won't, I hope I took care of you when you were in peril that's all I care about, because your perfection was the only thing I wanted. One wish it would be to take it all back, and pretend we didn't know each other just to start all over, because this shit went all unorthodox, I may not be a soccer player but I can rock it with my personality, I know I sucked at Town of Salem but all I cared about was you. Paranoid about losing the savage patch kid, that I couldn't focus on the finer things in life. That's what happens when you fall in love and can't get out of a delusion trap. You demolished two bitches I was a proud brother, they were accusing you of shit and I tried to stand right by you. I threw away everything to be the other half of the patch, but all I came across as was a pathological liar ruining everything one day at time. Everything was going so well, you are the best person that I've ever met, I am the nightmare that concluded communism to cross a nation that we didn't sign up for. Stop, I loved you with the passion and laces. No other lady had the ability to make me cry with sincerity like you. Song after song, text after text, but fuck it's over Ryan, you are a great person and you deserve the best in the world. You'll be okay I promise and I'll be here every step of the way no matter what happens you and me will be bro and sis until the end. You're my best friend and you're always gonna be. You're a great person therefore you will get something great in return someday soon. Sleep well Ryan, I love you.