the art you aid
painted like I'd been feeling my emotions, red and blues shades of black my colorful style, to this wonderful a while, you been on my last count when I'm done mentioning my numbers out, my line cut, not a peice to this im part, my art may try my bad you sat pointing and labeling my mistakes, like I never been the one, to chop that creepy, oh sleepy my sip, slipping through your minskirt city, i was the...