Dreams [Fritzoscenic] The devil is a woman and my mind's her idle play thing like an iPhone when she's bored she likes to finger fuck my brain, but I don't mind, not to complain, I kinda like it when she reaches in and tugs my weakest link and makes me think these wicked things, Like what is love, what is life and how can both just end so easy, does a sinner feel regret and does my savior really see me? has he learned to turn his gaze from all the sins that I'm committing, is it him who I betray when thoughts like these invade my dreaming? Will the devil come to stay and fuck with all my inner demons? And If music is the gift she gave to man than why we singing? Every time I write a rhyme am I just pushing her agenda? Is that why I choose to write these hurtful words? not to offend ya but I can't defy these thoughts that fill my mind when I'm in silence, I can't help but fill the void with harmful words and songs of violence, cause the fact I'm taking lyrics from my soul and making art is just as painful as the act of ripping pieces from my heart. Like Dreams. [New Classic] It's New Classic on the verse, it's been a while, for like a minute, this time I promise I won't curse like, fuck, oops I did it again man, tried to stop this lying streak I swear that was the plan and all along this bumpy road it seems I've always towed the line, like while the others doing great I'm still behind like, "man I'm fine" and for a minute, I thought that once I had a chance to save some time but I'm still sitting on this corner watching life just pass me by like, Autumn winds will blow, winter makes you cold, spring will give you life, summer makes you old seasoned rapper with a knack to spit spectacular apples orange iPhones like an SU fan vernacular college living didn't hold enough for me to try and graduate instead I dropped out late and worked it hard like I was masturbating, wait, take it back, don't get that misconstrued I meant I did it on my own, no chick to set the mood I've got a habit of saying whack shit when I rhyme prolific survival of the fittest Darwinism scientific that cat from caz who carries cans like women carry bags residential painting corners black like Banksy tags Subdivision's stepping up like Kam Moye Supastition, Sent from the god the brothers blue like ma'am we're on a mission Fritzoscenic and New Classic rock like rolling stones enjoy the summer now cuz winter's coming, game of thrones [EWG] It started at the beginning but now I'm looking to the past If at first you don't succeed you ain't been moving fast... enough. I'm sorry but I really meant to tell you sooner, my love for you is killing me it's like I've got a tumor growing bigger every day as it infests my very being my doctor asked me to describe these visions I've been seeing It starts right out with you and me, it's winter in our house the kids are eight and ten, I crack a smile and kiss your mouth no snow in sight because we moved back to the dirty south it's Christmas morning and this scene is what I dream about unwrapping presents just the two of us our dog and kids sit by the fire, while I wonder "is this what happy is?" Never thought I'd ever be with you like this but my dream is just a dream and it's reality I'm living in people asks me why I sleep so much I'd rather be laying next to you but you've been gone a while like dinosaurs a perfect ten stare through me, like my posts on FB then just turn the coldest shoulder to me, that treatment leaves me empty I can't lay the blame on you and you alone tho, it was my mistake for falling for you, alright, my bad, I gotta go. Go to sleep fulfilled wake up empty like dreams. Dreams.