Love Is from Time Capsule by Mic Justice
Tracklist
| 3. | Love Is | 3:54 |
Lyrics
Lonely home grown skeptic
Back of the lesson,
Hold up the message
intermission time
WWE Wrestling
On the TV screens settling
for another round
Other people are investing
Don't forget the dressing
your etoufee salad
Beat it up, fig glaze
While your resting.
I'm obsessing
Over the counter
Pills are digesting
Guessing game
Its a lame
I'm digressing
Rents paid, for today,
Somebody's pressing,
Bombard parade
Investigate these clowns
degenerate
Invade the underground
Unheard unpaid
Left without a sound,
Surely he'll pray
someone reached their downfall
Galaxy called
Can't reach the number that's dialed
Try a megaphone
Let alone tryna make it big
While working a day job getting by with no kids
Stuck in shin splints,
with my back in a crink,
Terminator times three
That's why I need a shrink
Over the top or deep as Mariannas trench
Justice my real name
don't speak it unless its the pledge of allegiance
for my freedom
Jeeesus.
Babe I'm sorry,
Playboy the cards see
I'm off it, Rockies
Y'all gon stop me?
Combine the prophets
Write it down in sonnets
Hit up a disc jockey
Thats all I want honestly,
Florida to Milwaukee
Along the loxahatchee
Is where you can find the magic
Wholesome but tragic
Knock them loose from the magnet.
Love is what you want, if you don't have it.
Roll the screen play
Poll the teens
Abstain the deeds praise
Contain the scene
Rerun the weed days
Combination what was to relay
I was in my head so much
You would think I'm banksy.
Realize my company
Was slipping through the ropes
And there's no net catching me.
I know I should've done better,
All I have is this letter,
decorated in glitter
I'm trying not to be bitter
Cry me a sweater of tears
Bye bye N-synchronize
Lucidity, without the fears
This wall is here for the hearse
Just tryna hear for the ghost
Man you already know,
It was a shit show,
Dropping out, perma trippin
Fishers out,
Same with my girlfriend
Drop your mouth,
With this lore I'm spitting
pinning she
Against he,
He turns his house to debris,
We need a WWE referee
Man I miss the absentees
From visa keys to RIPs
Breathing through my SSDs
Everything like 1 2 3
Running back your GDP
Sheesh....








