Smiling Faces

[Intro: Indie Thot] Shout out to Psylo You know what I'm not even gonna say anything Imma just go [Verse 1] I begin by Penning and pushing all the ink across the paper Dripping and filling the empty lines depicting my life because Am I saint or am I sinister sir? Well it depends on the perspective how the image is turned But my vision is blurred so I'm a drunken driver I'm headed down the path of destruction hitting every driver Fuck a right of way zoom Fly away straight to the moon Whistling a melody while singing my tune Hotter than June I'm such a smooth mastermind and criminal soon To take over the globe and make ruin so mothafuckas make, room Please step out of my thank you now take 2 Stay flaky conform to the way the waves move But I'm swimming against the tide if I play my cards right I'll make it to that island like Can-cun So keep chasing the fame and glory See where it'll take you Don't let the money, make you I see so many fakes up in the mix I wanna take their silohuette And just break it with my fist They say that life is just a bitch Well imma make her take the dick Until she screams, until she squeals Until she has to take a...breath (Til she) I take mine and then grab her by the hips Put a hickey on her neck and then continue to caress Her hair is the forest Eyes are pearls lost in the bottom of the ocean Ass is a tidal wave I'm coastin' Skin is the sand that I dip my toes in Give Eskimo kisses whenever we rub our noses together But her emotions change like the weather Last week it was Africa now in Russia rockin' sweaters For our wedding I was throwing up diamonds like Rocafella Then recited my vows freestyled an accapella I guess this is just an over extended metaphor For how I'm feeling right now I could really use some support I'm a smooth talking, moon walking, sun runner Sun up to sun down I'm the only star shining now Got that star power sniffing star powder off a Pixie's ass Got dollar bills rolled up in my nostrils Running out of gas less than a minute left in my hour glass Spitting might blow the reactors up at the power plant I sit under a golden shower and Wash behind my hears all this bullshit that I hear From my peers getting near so Keep a clear distance if you fear These niggas trying to catch up but I see them in my rear view mirror Adjust the frame and wipe away the smears Same way that your mother might wipe away your tears My tears are like tidal waves emotions so shallow Taking no prisoners we taking them to the gallows For Halloween next year you should be Sleepy Hallow! Tellin' ghost stories while we roasting marshmallows So tell the devil "Hello" when you back to where you came from Indian tribal gang all bangin the same drum, I'm Penning and pushing all the ink across the paper Dripping and filling the empty lines depicting my life It's like [Outro] Yea This beat is too fucking hard Live and let live... Shit... Smiling faces...