mtu mwendawazimu
Bluelight Crew
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Make love not war and practice what you preach
Everyone has a different outlook and it's hammering beneath
Things aren't so simple and for that i can attest
I've seen some things that leave me jaded at best
I could be your angel or you devil so pick one before it's late
My fate can't escape this moment that we can make
Eighty eighty, still do dates, mocking movies that we hate
We keep it real make it pop like my matey Claude Monet
Bound by blood i brush off your face with a bristle
I want to see your entirety, i rip off all your clothes by the fistful
I surrender to your power and it feels so unnatural
Take me for a ride like i'm hiding in your satchel
I want to see things through your eyes, they light up my world
You i've never met but in my mind i have heard
That i'll find you on the pasta isle of Trader Joes
Or maybe at the bank sneaking into my office on your toes
Either way, it's baked in clay, it can crumble but should stay
Like anything it's imperfect just like this poem, but hey.
Everyone has a different outlook and it's hammering beneath
Things aren't so simple and for that i can attest
I've seen some things that leave me jaded at best
I could be your angel or you devil so pick one before it's late
My fate can't escape this moment that we can make
Eighty eighty, still do dates, mocking movies that we hate
We keep it real make it pop like my matey Claude Monet
Bound by blood i brush off your face with a bristle
I want to see your entirety, i rip off all your clothes by the fistful
I surrender to your power and it feels so unnatural
Take me for a ride like i'm hiding in your satchel
I want to see things through your eyes, they light up my world
You i've never met but in my mind i have heard
That i'll find you on the pasta isle of Trader Joes
Or maybe at the bank sneaking into my office on your toes
Either way, it's baked in clay, it can crumble but should stay
Like anything it's imperfect just like this poem, but hey.