The Waking World - Lushlife / CSLSX feat. I Break Horses, Lushlife, CSLSX

When I was rocking

With the best of ‘em

I’d puff the cess

And be left

Wrestling just to

Bless with ‘em

Undress your girl

Isabella Rossalini

I’m living well

Richard Hell

This is rap, black

Bossalini

Don’t tell me nothing

About tussling in a ‘Lo goose

Know who been

Looking down on me

Frowning because I’m

No use

My flow loose

It’s fascination

For motivations

On presidential assassinations

It takes a nation, black

It takes some patience

Whatever happened to

Waiting, black

I puff an el

In the Sofitel

And I’m making raps

And caking stacks

While they toting the steel

Elysian Fields

Another name for that

Third Ward appeal

Stealing from the breadline

Won’t ever make you a thief

When I’m making the headlines

I’m just deadlining the beats

When you’re young one

Your lungs expand

Brand names is hunger pangs

And us love the slang

Yeah, man we love the slang

He holding heat

Standing outside of the

Dakota watch it

While Holden Caulfield

Just telling him

When to let the Glock spit

This bottle rocket rap

Balaclava stocking cap

Thriller spit the feeling is right

Finna go knock it back

I’m at the bar alone

Sipping a Fin du Monde

Or we tripping

A thousand miles from home

Telling me it’s a

Terrordome

Sutter Home magnum bottle

Twentieth century lost

And unpaused

When the tape plays

I slang with models

Don’t get it twisted

I spit it

For when the people cry

People die

Grandwizzard Theodore

Could reach the sky

I-N-I rapid lights

Flashing inside the Texas sky

Rest of my life

Paying the price

Right, I’m twenty-five

Mark Chapman

Done made it happen

But, anyways

Any world that you walk on to

Could’ve had any haze

When you’re young then

Your lungs expand

Brand names is hunger pangs

And you love the slang

Lay colors over me

You feel the waking world

Move fading, fading, far away

Waiting on a heartbeat

You feel forsaken arms

Move to your body, break away

And if they dressed in black

I get to battle my demons

And puff the stress and rap

Until I get the session back

I never had that Double Happiness

That you’ll be taking back

Shaking from the heartache

And everything that we making, black

So there’s no sonograms

And there’s no plasticine dreams

And no Ono Band

I’m on the dolo

Puffing trees all alone again

All on the phone

Crying everything’s just a dream

And so I just want to be

Home again

Lay colors over me

You feel the waking world

Move fading, fading, far away

Waiting on a heartbeat

You feel forsaken arms

Move to your body, break away