5 Years
From tracksuits to tuxes, life with no synopsis.Loving it the mostest, it’s all just hypnosis.Five years on, now defining successes.
I’m proud with no pride, egos are sublime,Grown into a man, yet boy in the mind.
The shoes spill with grace.You put the crown upon my mantle, I’m a sitting mace.The smile on the face, still no trace, happiness is that bitter taste.
Credits cards and cake,Your share they tried to take,This cannot be a mistake, sticks I will not shake.
From bolder and wiser to balder and whys-er to boulder and wise-her.
It’s funny coz grass isn’t even green, the polar bear isn’t white.The battle in my mind, day and night.Flying upon thoughts, high like a kite.I catch myself in your aura… out of mind, out of sight.
They don’t know about 370, try telling them about eighten-twenty-seven.This lustrum therapy has been the biggest misconception.
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