cheesetray
2024-04-29 12:42:11 UTC
Rappin’ On My Paine
Writing off...the top
of my head, first thing
that comes to mind is
“I wish I were dead.”
Man, I'm in a lot of pain
feels just like, a cold
dark rain...
Damn, I don't wanna be
leanin’ on Dylan...
My ego it’s a-surely killin'
I want him to be my
little baby...or he could
be my Lord and Savior
A lot of things
keep going wrong.
You know he could
help me...simple
..as a song.
He’s got all the boys
in the palm of his hand
Oh, won't you please
help me reach...
for the Promised Land?
Please Mr. Dylan, of you
..I am BEGGING...
I don't wanna bob
stagnant, inside of ~
this webbing...
I want to live a physical
life. I want, I want, to be
your wife
To stand beside you
and feel your heat
But you're so much more
than a piece of meat
I think you know
so much more than I
Oh, won't you
please…give it a try?
I wasn’t just made
for you to fuck
As I sit here, I feel like
a sitting duck
I feel I'm doomed
to feed your soul, cuz
you’re afraid, of ma...
lovin’ hole
You don't have to be…
my Mister. I’m just
like you, your devout
Soul Sister…
I can forcefully drown
your foolish ego, and
set aside
that prickly pride;
I didn't mean
to subject you to, that
plagued God-awful
black slow train ride
I love you more
than life itself.
I’ve said that before
I'll be...your milf…
I'll be anything…you
want me to be...
you’ve got my love, and
you know it’s not free
But like I said...
this is not what I need
As I sit here and type
my soul doth bleed…
I want you back
an’ I ain't kiddin’
but you know I can’t ask
it just ain't fittin’
Why would you make me
ask another? Is that
fair, to be your lover?
What about me,
don’t you care?
I feel like I’m caught
in this cold hard lair
I should say no, to
these pointless rhymes
Some would say,
induced by crimes.
It's true I cheated,
I did drugs
Way in the past
I did it out of love
But love, for whom?
For you, for me?
What's really going on
is hard to see
I just wanna shove it
and shut the f**k up
Why won't you talk to me
hey, what's for sup'?
Hypnotist Collector
1.24.2016
Writing off...the top
of my head, first thing
that comes to mind is
“I wish I were dead.”
Man, I'm in a lot of pain
feels just like, a cold
dark rain...
Damn, I don't wanna be
leanin’ on Dylan...
My ego it’s a-surely killin'
I want him to be my
little baby...or he could
be my Lord and Savior
A lot of things
keep going wrong.
You know he could
help me...simple
..as a song.
He’s got all the boys
in the palm of his hand
Oh, won't you please
help me reach...
for the Promised Land?
Please Mr. Dylan, of you
..I am BEGGING...
I don't wanna bob
stagnant, inside of ~
this webbing...
I want to live a physical
life. I want, I want, to be
your wife
To stand beside you
and feel your heat
But you're so much more
than a piece of meat
I think you know
so much more than I
Oh, won't you
please…give it a try?
I wasn’t just made
for you to fuck
As I sit here, I feel like
a sitting duck
I feel I'm doomed
to feed your soul, cuz
you’re afraid, of ma...
lovin’ hole
You don't have to be…
my Mister. I’m just
like you, your devout
Soul Sister…
I can forcefully drown
your foolish ego, and
set aside
that prickly pride;
I didn't mean
to subject you to, that
plagued God-awful
black slow train ride
I love you more
than life itself.
I’ve said that before
I'll be...your milf…
I'll be anything…you
want me to be...
you’ve got my love, and
you know it’s not free
But like I said...
this is not what I need
As I sit here and type
my soul doth bleed…
I want you back
an’ I ain't kiddin’
but you know I can’t ask
it just ain't fittin’
Why would you make me
ask another? Is that
fair, to be your lover?
What about me,
don’t you care?
I feel like I’m caught
in this cold hard lair
I should say no, to
these pointless rhymes
Some would say,
induced by crimes.
It's true I cheated,
I did drugs
Way in the past
I did it out of love
But love, for whom?
For you, for me?
What's really going on
is hard to see
I just wanna shove it
and shut the f**k up
Why won't you talk to me
hey, what's for sup'?
Hypnotist Collector
1.24.2016