Middle Finger Ballad. Lyrics

All raw authentic, off with his pen, no letter pigeon

Walls of Jericho falling out, quill and blood ink of War Heroes

Let us in

Lettuce and beef, eating healthy off the tree of life, smoking tree

And fighting with gnashed teeth

Lead pipe swinging

With the force of a lion

Poison leaks out the mind of a villain

Enticed by pink lines drawn in mental descriptions

Precise incision

Feline condition

Me time lid flipping

Peer inside, lime sour, and acidic lines

Beer and wine sipper, clipping off time

Ticking, no Roly, witty wordy lines

Clicking off the lights

Sticking every single rhyme

Like a black ops crew running down

A fucking tight-ass set of wicked busted-out frames of a twisted mind

Whispered secrets in the ears of a lover way I'm intimate when delivering the spice

Militant and a livid attitude in the middle of a ravenous divide

Quiet thoughts dumping on a pad and poking out

Entirely in my own lane, Silly Flow defines his own route

Widen my gaze but narrow my eyes on things and people that I see

Still seeking looking for my inner peace

But feel closer than I did out of high school, what can I say

False belief that I could achieve excellence by sixteen

Middle Finger Ballad, black mask and the Silly Regime

Standing up with me

Fucked up off the greens

Tucked off my defeat

Blood pooling my feet

Sinking in grief, money, and reaching

For the stars

Clicking through pages of thoughts that I jot down

Hoping to get out the dark

Eyes adjusting slow

But moving with the gusto

Of iron war mongrels

Checking my closet for my monsters

Skeletons of sins and pain that I keep within

Doubtful of my problems

But they stalk me with their claws out

Skeletons of sins and pain that I keep within

Doubtful of my problems

But they stalk me with their claws out

Stalk me with their claws out

Don't wanna down a bottle

Changing my habits, breaking bones, but still going full throttle

All I know how to do is lay my heart out

All I know is that I need to pace my thoughts

How'd I get where I am?

Taking a breath and wait for the AM

Dreading the PM

Lonely in mind, only hand that I'm holding is mine

Adamantly giving too many damns

Passionately give you all that I am

While I passively worry about things that I can't change

A tragic hero stuck in my foolish daze

A tragic hero just trynna be great

Wanna make my folks proud

Wanna make noise so loud

That no one forgets it

Drawing lines out

With dark inflections

Silly Flow with a mind full of questions

Silly Flow with a mind full of questions