Harmony song [remix sort of]

Thats how 

the I

 and I marks the golden ticket territory

with your platinum sirens

it's, it's true it's God

I'm not a different liar

maybe not a bird

nor a plane

nor a high flyer

but I am simply

your alpha superman

North West Brown skin

flower power babe

Black is a condition not a colour

No I'm not David Blaine
but your Black Panther power
in every hour

your nervous condition

lol oh my gawd, Carlos Cardoso maybe

even your Black pimpernel wampolaya, if

needs be, I'll even be your valiant Che Guevara: watseba mos, no E class no three two five my Azanian Jaguar. No time for the sweet buttermilk to sour. Sawa, Tsatso baby...

For the harmony in this song listen.

Tsatso?

Trout house beat in your soul feet

Fish seaweed v-eight lion roar

Shark tale all I master are duck tales

Pout don't be shy

Don't be afraid sure

Kwes is King in Kanana

They know them shout it out loud

Kwes is a Kingdom not a banana

 Legendary Republic in Kanana squires

Them squirrels also repeat it to no end

The I an I marks the golden ticket territory circle like so

it's, it's its's true it's God, Carlos Cardoso

Maybe even your Black peaceful pimpernel, wampolaya

If needs be, I'll even be your valiant Che Guevara; watseba mos

No Benz no Three-Two-Five iS, my Azanian Jaguar

No time for the sweet buttermilk to sour

Sawa, Tsatso baby...

Post Mortem

one the ones and twos
you can't choose the drums
over Kant,
Hegelian snooze you loose
cliche-d beat clique
clinical lyrical con
icon fantastical fantasia

Azania in your hands
is in the walk and the broad talk
its in Nkandla and Pretoria in boulevards
Notorious just
Trust
Justice.

Happy Tuesday

if you feel it in your feet
just dance like this, i'd like that
Kwesimodo is King, you will sing
you will see, its all in your tribal beat
Love is a Colosseum of ancestral feats
in the heat I feel when I smile with you sweets
Queen of the ventricles in my dungeon of peace.
Sunlight in my orange-pink-red sunsets, moonshine.

Colour me dream purple midnight express strawberry cream

Peace I sleep

Deep throat I feel

The Healer I roll and fall

Concrete meat is tall

Right now wings I grow

Angel my Angelina Juliet I hope

Number one fan but you are dope

Hundred percent plus one silent street bash, trope

Talk beautiful-nice trash with depth

Hello Nice, sharp ho jwang Nice? Fede?

Fokol, my sweet pink nice purple pine-apple  my peoples, love.

Eish Tsatso

How could I not remember lullaby
once we were like teenagers
floating high in the sky in
kind like a kite my dolomite
my stalactite stalagmite yours is a rite
left to the passage of time, is
my beat in yours a crime or
can I always be your
memory your desert red
rose my Kyalami Sands
khaya lami
your heart is my garden of
Eden, watseba mos, done.

kwes500 times one time

Play me some Sizzla

Pass me the Hemp Rizzla

For I am

The

African Cape King Cobra, my Bra

I shoot from far, drizzle near do you hear?

Babylon Buffalo Soldier

Dread for Azania

Zion African Lion

Legend, not in the making, in my own lifetime

Special King of Kings.

Amen hail Jah Rastaman.

Your Saturday afternoon phone call

I beg, from the beggining
The December games
begin with a seal I tease
Case of beer out of this field
do you feel a kiss from a rose from the grave?
nana na na na nanana na nah nananah
from Seal?

Feeling free the same as you and I do you see?
Yes you come in proceed
to the beer for real.

Regular rules donut do not apply
Since Stan Collymore any more
lol its like Niq Mhlongos Dog Eat Dog
the key imposed capitalist game doll
the rules and the goal post shift

Fast too Furious drifts
Offside off sight 
Its a dialectical metaphor-ism
Philosophical spectacularism
Schism in your ism
Locate it in the release of the eye
just like Mandela Madikizela please if you please
Chicken Licken hot wing and rice release
Water lilies no crossroads no regrets 

Shall I call you coyly playfully
Carmichelle Samora Machel 
But does it really matter?
My precious shell?
All I know is that is in Setswana
It means Tshegofatso so I decided
plus one

Random Oreo milk dunking Orion Love
gentle  mist dedicated to you
and for you and your beautiful pretty eyes only

So nice so sweet Saturday afternoon and evening 
Random almost miseed rosy call lullaby
quintesential reply
your voice is in love with my soul.

This is what I like
To flow with you 
Like an ardent Kaizer Chiefs Fan
With matching duvets and dining room suites
Just a little lyrical spit and polish you will see.
Wax on wax off.

Good Morning-Hi

One poem.
Babe, you speak it rains ancestral Bible rhymes in my eardrums.
Good morning-hi.
High, Island of Patmos in the sky for you and I apple in my pie.
Two poem.
Popcorn went the King Kong Tiger-hyena not a pawn prop.
Rise Songs of Solomon mushroom in the suburb urban guerilla verbal force, 
Toweress.
I am King when you smile.
Happy Friday Lala.
End of poems maybe because choose one peaches and cream bubble gum.
Purple Montana Jacaranda tree.

Tshegofatso

The music beats you play 
sani! Soon fills the
monsoons and typhoons
that make cool fools drool
with envy my sun and moon
you mob my soul with your
thunder-smile my Daks of
London, my warm place of
happiness you move my
groove this way that way
one year here one year there.
But its alright with me if its
alright with you my deep
house beat my best friend my big
and fluffy panda bear. I miss
you none the less yourself,
Tshegofatso. Keep setting my
Black soul on soul-fire, esquire.

I'll admit it. Sometimes love comes around like a late night snack.

Maybe
 I am
 saying
 goodbye
 I’ll miss you

But
 that kiss
 leaves mists
 in the valleys and
shadows in my soul

I want to grow old with you
 and your heart
and soft peace

My cocktail,

when the words fail to birth themselves to your earth

My force,
my commander,
my tower
 you tame my hyenas
 my extra stars

Ah!
My Queen
 I am King when your hand is in mine

Have a very happy
 general and 
specific Friday
For yourself 
in official freedom 
and for the your pretty wings,
isnt it that
generally also my Angel.

Africa Rises In Your Black Eyes, I miss you

I want to tell you I want you
But my nerves betray my slurred intentions
And you say it like a Hattori Hanzo sword
slicing necks into two road kill
the shrill thrill that swirls around
like morning tweets leaves legacies
in intricate intricacies
three little humming birds
as you wake
all I can say
in my mind
is dammit mommy
I lurvs you
it rolls off my silent tongue
twirling in my soul
swirling the house beats
round and round
but yours is mine
is the dubstep
heartbeat that throbs
with the passion of the Christ
classically when you are near
elastically its this song
from Narnia
that casts spells in gold sonatas
and cantatas my first and fourth movement
my patient positive vibrations
peace you sing
for your love
I'll do a bad Stevie Wonder rendition
yes for you I'll do almost anything
in drunk dark days
and sober Sundays
with a smile
my love serenade
soul lemonade
my organic fruit citrus intellectual
my apple in the sky
don't worry you can sleep right here
on my chest Jah Sistren
but good morning none the less
Africa rises in your eyes.

Peace Steak and Chops my Achaar and Chips

I want to type this out
like a beat
a nice, no smelly feats
fibrillation national deeds
one with the keys
south western rhyme
the slice of life is a ball of keys
trumpet intrusionist mist
contortionist dew flakes
fire flames ice cream team
fluttering flamingo
full house butterfly face
Peace you embrace, neo-babyface
Alicia Mkhize lollipops my Pops Mohamed treat
More that hum that hymn lullaby
I love you babe, please just a little longer bit
I beg you please,
Like a John Legend
Stay with me
I beg you please.

These tears of mine, they are falling nicely maan!

I know these tears like I know how to drive back home in the dark drunk

I know them when they have dried up and the cry is dry and hoarse

I know them when they wake up in the middle of a night- sweat

I know them like that orange little light when all thoughts were suicidal

I know them when I’m in joy with your mind crossing daily

I look up and smile my blue rosebud, growing soul seeds do glow

Just like you.

Just while im on cell recharge

fire water in blazing babylon

two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly

No wonder we enjoyed the black swan

and instead of the black and white 

we are twenty four hours a kaizer chips fan film metaphorically

and we can watch soccer together even though you dont really like it generally

Remember in the rust in the bergs, when you turned and asked

after the white man on the horse from the police force

forced you to do what you didnt want to understand

But how can you be with me, or tolerate me you must have said

For all we know our togerness is cemented 

by the fire in me and the water in you

this is what is central between the I and you princess

Munhu Wo Saseka

Otherwise you eat my sunrise alive

When you breathe life to this drum and base

Pretty face, sunshine smile

Hi laba ku tiba

Will you follow me home?

Tis Sweet Here Even Greener Organicly

Maybe lunch
Maybe it's my hunch
Sorted like a big fat
a big fat
Mc'meal this is love
When you sing,
When you sing it,
Dreaming of...
Your promise
I swear I'll leave it,
Where I sleep
Near your sleeve
Just to steal it
To feel it
Almost gave it all up
The beats, that implausibility
Kante, just when I thought 
Its over
Its over sisters
That's when you felt
Indefinitely
Biko's dream is not deaf
It plays away always
Playing, playing on and on
Winter Shaolin
Shwelane e wele
My fire my force
I'd. Love to love you
This way forever my darling.

Twelve Tribes

Twelve tribes

Twelve monkeys

Rank and file

Bullets fly

Legs die

Rank and file

Please father he says

As he looks up like a rising sun

Rank and file

With his recognizable smile

He asks rank and file

Dad?

Dad?

Will there ever be peace?

You say, yes son.

And in the Palestine?

[SILENCE]

Good Morning

You

You give me

Anti-blue-Monday truth serum

Serially seriously  its you-true.

Dilute my noise with sure calmness.

Your will is my illness

Like my name and yours is a calling

An ill early yawn dawning

In the dawning moon, tis real

 but yes we are fresh.

Just call my name.

Hello baby, hey how you doing?

  

Medupi, sizzles my drizzle

I'll twinkle twinkle
your Spanish, Zuluish
Most importantly Tswanaish
guitar strings
till you seize
to be my side squeeze
but my main,
sorry I tease

Spring.
My soul rebel
train rain blue Monday
Excuse my Boom Shaka day tendency
social sub culture dyslexia hub intentionally,
I apologise
I'm aim
(that's deliberate)
to be your one and only

its about time
please miss not my mistress
no less my central heartbeat
in my Sabi stream mist amiss
my springbok heat
my milky way star gaze
ad hoc ice mint
stop and drop a hint

I want to be hit by your rose,
petal fragrances always
Jacaranda ancestral wind
I'm yours thinking about you
That's my Kitchener's blues
to only you and you alone
Jah bless
We are Irie still.

Hmm, shhh! mantra in progress

In Your ancestral prayer stairs

I’m that shadow in the valley

That green tree

That suckles from your red soil-

Of our birth like I said before,

I am a son of your yellow Azanian love song

But I am just a child in your wise eyes

Staying true to a living reality,

Not too bitter, not so sweet

Just a South African legacy of anti-impotence, sweets,

Because,

I don’t fear death because,

Every time I open my eyes

I would like to leave,

Legendary legacies 

On Jah-earth in excellence.

Without you there's no sunny day

Blueberry my blooming JaH-karanda tree

Purple bumble bee, the strength in your traditional tea

Shines in the smile that blossoms seasonally when you let it sing

Sweet melodies, tantalizing trinkets my heaven

From my Island of Patmos Toweress! Born again exile
Your song is boss in my heart, my heat, my queen, 
My Mahatma Gandhi dream.

For the rose petals in your love orbitals naturally, have a happy Thursday

The psychological balance between the illogical logical  displacement we suffer and the concrete gutter flatters the devil two times with probabilities, two times we will try by way of William Shakespeare to flutter by flow to the music in my mind unwind up to the wind to the stream in your consciousness-train chain of thought vessel, of my park station my braamfontein stream, my maboneng connection, my  constitution on the hill, my new nation on the window sill my jack and jill spring fairytale.

The words  in me in you a sad blue black lable castle ale nice and true beesting beeswing, life over love see-saw my swing my Lucy Lu, my Charlie's angel, aah! blueberry my Angelina Jolie, strues God, Jah is alive in your eyes every time in everything that you say wise money eyes true beat in my heart drum in my soul i smile in your heat sweetness, 

my slow beautiful nice Jill Scott anthem, something like slow walks in the darkness in that safe park in Cape Town, you and me, eye to eye, hand in hand, hip to hip in close quarters like how hip to the hop was natural to you and i my bond my bow tie, just like this and like that i miss the long conversations we have about nothing at all like Lauren Hill's nothing really matters when you are around my Bob Marley's positive vibration, Jah lurv protect us, its a new feeling, a new sign, stir it up my darling, are you picking up?  

Letter to my Revolutionary Woman

How far?
i miss you it says
it would say it a thousand times
but it chooses to say it twice-
i miss you Kgosigadi.

Just as it started it runs out of words
and gets lost in the one feeling
sealed with a kiss
it charts its way to its 
intended destination.

With kinky reggae
in a kinky part of town
playing in the background, now!

Dikgomo di kae Mme-mmatswale?

Remember when we debated whether Khune is better than Meyiwa?

Whether Ronaldo is Pele sorry was Pele reincarnated?

And you said what about Messi?

Do you remember?

When I hit the heart in the heat of your drumbeat.

And the feast in my feet-a travelling beast

Carrying a great mean feat

Black consciousness between  

Lucky Dube's ode to you 

Together as one

Collectively with the I-Threes

I'm in the iron in awe

Ore your man your Lion of Judah

Your superhero- man in a purple blanket

King of your castle my Queen, my Zion.

Numb me drum and you base my bass 

On the rhythm in your blues blueberry

When we are black and merry

We will marry and have a little lamb

A Mercedes Benz 

A Beemer and a Maserati

Just cause Kwena o jele Mma-serati

And I don't know what that means

But kaloku ka Setswana you get me.

Oh my Gosh!

Four, fallen

the Idols

Dome come crawling

Still desert rain

Don’t come calling

Breathe band playing

Everywhere blended wine

Hang over Orlando

Oh my God!

I forgot the lyrics.

Yellow Mellow, my Spar-letta

Before you close your eyes tonight, I want you to know that…

Like slippery fish slipping through my hands

You almost rewrote the lines of our destinies in my palms

It may be too convenient to sound the blame knell in your name,

 in fairness it is my silence that is always lame

cautious in finding the footpaths of your smile in your shadow

it, my silence, let you slip past tentacles within my grasp

the rasp also, that intertwines the crisp harp sound

that strings our future path in soft pink hues beautifully blue and white

and sprinkles red rose petals just like in the movies with grace

concretely makes all explanations seem to matter no more

because it never gave up, nor surrendered with a faint blueish powerless flame

so under our grapevine, secret and sure- my love

I open all my kingdom freedom’s juice and all

To your endless spring rain my empress

with gratitude the looming sun rises

over the landscapes of our love extensions.

Amen.

Money eyez

I wore alligator,

Me

two bob terminator.

In three sixty nine realities,

I was your cat twenty four seven seen!

My externalities,

Royalty

Ties my Messina to your Cape Town
I'm a sinner in between smiles

Rolls Royce ice eyes, 
smoothness, 
eish… hayi nix.

Midnight Kata One

Ninja Scroll

Doo wop

Walk tall

Hip hop

Yesses! Vessel

Vaseline, baseline

Wine valentine

Ring ring

The bell.

Listen

Sometimes we forget that it is about time

That we tell time that it is time to keep crime

Separate from the day to day delay of relativist  delay

Before the concrete jungle relay, that lets them sing in replay

De La Rey…

 De La Rey…

 kom ons lei.

I wish I could call colossally

Across Atlantic moonlit paradises my catharsis,

Bitter delight; loose control.

Its dicey this derelict saunter

This sojourn,

Down these passages

Past places dead-alive,

Pizza on Fourth hand in hand,

Melville marvel

Eish,

I wish I didn’t hear that you have twins.

They must be walking by now.

Board the Patience Bus Because,

I would like to think that,

The pink in all rainbows colours your mornings every day

Rainbow box sweets, soft murmurings strawberry rainfalls

Jikeleza, all station first stop bliss, after robot after thought kisses

Changing heart staccato amazing strings

That brings change to my heart hymn slim

Its amazing how you frighten me brightness,

Joyous impression trinket box, in every way

My heroine.

Karma Wheel

The pot fills with that round and round going in circles’ song

Guava juice, freedom sluice, slush puppy, purple fruit-queen of my loot

Blue mountain trail, babalaas cheeks; sweet smile, my morning breeze

I’d like to sing for you with ease, my sound easel

 like, it’s amazing how you please my people

My nation moves through a trillion phases petals of rose phrases

Romantic creams and pink paints- red cups and pink cakes

I still need you to call me

Call me in the morning

In the afternoon

Lunchtime

Even in the evening

Karma wheel.

Nomalizo

I burn with Noah’s mo-thandazo, Nomalizo, oyeah!

Your yellow game of thrones bone collector

Fede vika is fokol, my spiritual nectar

Selector, soul driver  it’s complicated

It’s this feeling that releases your soap opera

 ang’ khulumi nawe every day in my scandalous

through the sands mischiefs of time; I only dream mischievously

about your rhythm in this city

through the hour glass.

I burn with Noah’s Nomthandazo, Nomalizo, Oyeah!

Dub step red riding lips in my hood

Fede, chieftess death in my eyes is

In my speaker phone, drum throne

You take with your Yellow Ganda-ganda

Bulldozer, rascal its your voice mara

That spins my tails in orbit

Ah, one two I’m buying eloping tickets, to Phuket

Can’t get?

Watch and exhale.

Soul Acoustic

This narrative transcends soul acoustics

Fundamentally on my mind

This track transcends pernicious love beats

Fundamentally we unwind

Mirrors on treasure walls spell bound by your tricks

Sequences to this rainbow highway my pleasure play

Fun dementia mental valentine verbals, my cousin

Rub the dub- red beard don’t forget the red beret

This narrative is fundamentally patient with intent

a mental transcendence

This soft love story, this.

It is so crazy that, I ...

Remember that day

When we went to Melville

When Seventh was heaven corner Fourth

Dancing with the devil and so forth

Black Label Castle on the table at Pauls Tavern

We held on together two by two; to us to,

The taste that never let us down

Twenty Ten Mellow Wood and Coke and Phillip

Kisses at random with a shy Xai Xai

And a wee at the pub up the road,

Coz it smelled nicer.

Those were the days we chose to hold hands.

Heya, Happy Tuesday

To your stars that draw impressions in the sky

Every time you say hi, with solemn sweet soliloquies

No, your tweets hit small delicate spots, my Sistene Chapel ceiling

Yes, you hit me pristine in a serene sense I die for days

Maybe, because you make me smile like a schoolboy with a teacher crush

I’m forever walking in Jesus’s high heels, it’s just the way you make me feel

To your stars that draw impressions in the sky

I’d like to dedicate this smallanya piece to you,

Happy Tuesday,

Peace.

Be Too Mellow, in Just One Week

Yes, Kwes I said to my open eyes 
Highway to my Heaven with eleven beat-makers 
A teaspoon and a fork and you in my Ford 
We are focused on sweet black berries 
As we hike up King’s other side of the mountain 
In speech we heal 
In ditches we speak 
With one feeling 
We will see freedom one day. 
Yes, when together we make our own nation.

Strawberry Blue Thursday Blues

Hey, Heart-Prostitute
You steal my vessels
Imagination destitute
Damn I can’t procrastinate
Jah rises in your pupils

I like, Like a lyrical cripple
I’m ripped to the ripples
With your solo quintet burnin couplets
Brawling double epithets
Lets jive, lets strive

Incredibly hulked up, my super hero
You stood there and said
Baby lets go down dizzy lane
Opened my wardrobe with my war-robe
Trojan horse my Jay-Zee
My voice horse

Tonight my love
You and me
Dream race course
Jackpot with pot
You and I
One with Jah
In one hot slot
Gunslinging smiles one-way
And one sling-shot
Talala

Can The Autumn Leaves Just Fly Away With Me?

It is cold outside and the pianos are frozen, Jazz musicians stand by the dozen as drugged as, Their bright glimmering grey brass instruments, My heart flies recklessly to and fro bobbing and weaving, Laughing at a chick in a short skirt, in high heels graduating; Peeling away softly with a song confused in monotonic happy-ness, The dull drum of love pounds itself to a lull, with clean satire; I’d rather be somewhere else than here.

Ooh P!

When the feet of the drum 
Dream like cream in a beat,
i surrender both with my switch
that which twitches 
reaches the trumpet-like voice like yours,
as it soldiers over fading barriers,
twinkle like unto dusty justice my little star
... Beat,
on the rocks with ice just because
... Heat,
Tumbling a jumble metaphorically; simile
... Feat,
that's how your smile shines in my memory,
similarly.
The only thing between me, you and the Ritz,
is tall tar as my Naija-man would say.
"How far?"
Not too far
but Tall as tar by car.
I'm leaving, Mos Def, most definitely.
Now you know - i'm a travelling man
Definitively because when your lips died mine with youR red flavored lisp whining,
with youR guitar stringed touch,
and when youR violin hisses with your smooth kisses,
I miss you, actually.
Hope I'm still your African Shaolin Tiger from Siberia. 
If not from Beijing.

Nostalgia

the wind blows, drizzles and sprinkles the corners of your dainty smile like droplets that remain behind your breeze as easily as you said good morning, goodbye i'll see you later - this morning. Sure thing I said, not knowing that pink flavoured hug lingers on as I clutch out at the stars, waiting for the robot right arrow to flash green. Can't wait to get home and see you again my strawberry.

Sweet P

The pain by the way, is that between a beaten shack and a mansion, there is a lovely story that you tell between whispers that dance with that chance that maybe perhaps your heart and mine draw calligraphy in the sands of time open an close, with your natural particulars, k... i speak in ancestral tongues, my tea with strawberries. Hola! hey, how you doing?

Strawberry Juice...

Everyday
I write, almost
I don't show them all to you
Too scared, my metaphors will bore you
Too scared, my phrases will appear careless
Too scared, the years of waiting will be wasted
But this paradise you've brought; that I feel,
It doesn't escape but twinkles,

This feeling
Twinkling in your eyes
When you gaze into mine
My life?
Lets escape Babylon.

Like my dream or Like, my dream

Morning,

 by the way,

the dream catcher was given to me,

and the kisses just made that dream,

that incessant high school one,

 scream...

‘I’m alive!’

with purpose for those few playfull seconds.

Call me cliff-dangler,

like the scent that you’ll hold on to,

I’m clinging to these ones.

I’m clinging to them,

like my fumbled feeble hurried explanations;

caught in the catchers’ rye,

by the way my ancestors cows may have passed Escort by now.

On their way to Howick by your gentleness I fall,

and by your care I’ll make them swear to yours to make me yours,

to make me your dream,

screw the clichés-

my  strawberries and cream.

Let them call you my-dream-catcher once and for all-

given the distance between your here and my there,

while I try to catch my sleep whilst I’m thinking about you.

Build my palace with dreams.

HELLO PURPLE HIBISCUS

We create plays with words

Herb theatres with curtains dripping verbs

But some things, we just can’t reverse

So each time you look to the east with me

I find buried pieces of your peace shining at me

I find dead poems anew, full of life with your battle cry

For now though

I am just a poet in the attic, thinking about you.

Writing poems far away from your love, my life.

Pages with a blade of grass

Sorry, let me paraphrase

She sucks that Hunters dry,
Queen of my castle.
Slave to my hustle.
Lioness in my castle's laager.

Mzwakhe the peoples poet would have said;
Tripple D- moyozela nkanyezi ya kwa Zulu.
Diabolical, Dark and Dangerous my Double-dolly
My milk and my stout

The Lord is unfair, my Fairlands
my Meadowlands,
ons phola hier mina nawe
In our wholesome half of Soweto's yellow sun.

Kiss I quick, Redlip Chips

I yearn, for you.

I dream, about you

I think, of you.

I’m Iearning to fall for you.

 So if I,

I rock up in my jeans and my babalaas’d face

Having promised you my Sunday attire

Willing you not to close and lock your doors

Will you let me dine with you?

I yearn, for you.

I dream, about you

I think, of you.

I’m Iearning to fall for you.

But babes, if I…

I forget my clumsy lines in a stutter

In my silent chamber of charms

Will you wake the bells

That my Ancestors and Guardians ring,

In my realm, for your season's arrival?

I yearn, for you.

I dream, about you

I think, of you.

I’m Iearning, to fall for you.

Float with me

morning, dance in my head-trance

like the wailers, take my hand

In Babylon’s bus, I like that.

in the window pane between hugs

in between your smile and mine

Up ahead in the distance,

Our light castle.

Long walks, scenes from rom-com flicks

Pleasure-dome, Float with me.

Rub-a-dub rose

Your drum, your base

Awaits, Float with me.

In trust.

Glimmer of light.

Float with me, I’d like that.

4kof

Maybe you want to piss

Maybe you want to piss on me

Because you can’t kiss me

All you do 

Is Diss me

Tsek!!!