H8te

Ascending from the dissension of time You and I look so sublime LA Times will get me on their news – h8ters gonna h8te It’s my fate and I’m going to motorscape (motorcycle escape) Away from your lane of insane I’m an OCD guy Who has an ADD brain High like a butterfly You don’t care and I don’t mind Why am I greedy for the needy? Because I want to be in need Why am I rich in my dreams, yet poor in reality? Because I live a double-standard life…I write and read… I know you been smoking weed…why do you ruin your future seed? I’m so sick of hearing your bickering Now, the lights are flickering I’m aggravated by the fact that everyone ignores While I think in metaphors in my shining shores Doing challenging chores is what I do best If I don’t pass a test, I won’t detest – you, the west And, I, the East… You’re so beast… North and South is a glory and grace way… I’m having “one-of-those-days”… I’m a gemini in the month of May “No way…” Yes way. Walls are closing in…as you zoom passed me… You broke my heart from the start Stars of scars and moons that look like suns Shine upon me and I memorized it by heart I’m mesmerized by your marvelous, careless ways You played me over and over like warped-up plays You played me in repeat… As I tapped my feet Against the floor…against the floor… Against the ground you tread on… Against the ground you tread on… It’s all water under the bridge now It’s all water under the bridge now Somehow, I’ll forgive you Maybe…but I won’t forget you Jokes on me that I’m a delusional dreamer Nightfall has held me in its arms and doused me with charms Left unharmed…you make my lips creamier Every time you kiss them…you make me melt like icecream… I’m blushing… I’m as embarrassed as ever You treated me out and I’m thankful I’m grateful…I’ll never say whatever I’m married to loneliness…oh how I’m so grateful But, sarcasm and negativity will leave in no time… Because His positivity, love, faith and hope is so sublime Sunrise never let me go… Running out of time… He won’t leave my side, so… I’m dropping him off like a silver dime H8ters gonna h8te YOLO…is a secret crime I keep to myself – I can be sweet as an orange, but sour as a lime… Luverz gonna luv You grow like the weeds, the roses and the birds of time