Real bad and written quick, but as said, its just practice. Theres more but im too lazy to type it.
I smell failure in the air, can hear it in the distance
Read twenty four horrific metaphors, for instance
I stomp down the street, all new shoes laced to my feet
My senses coulda never warned me of this sensless defeat
Peer critics call me a winder, trying to zip me up like a binder
Im stuck circling round and round like a toy without a winder
Dont need tilted hats or to hold lifted gats,
Swing shifted bats cause yall know ima gifted cat
Ive adjusted my game to seperate my brain from the brainless lames
Never see fame the same since the same lames turned music deranged
