smthnthtiwnt

something that i want

something that i want

i just totally want utopia to surround my conscious

so i can give a fuck about the fabrics that i found in my closet

what's so bounded by sound is that her word never left me

while the departed all counting sheep

i am busy counting my blessing

unc been on house arrest since his release

just found him dead in his sleep

dead

wait

this open your soul and your soul intent it's total legit

i go throw a fit i owed unto him

he wrote from the pen

you called on weekends

i pour out to sip if i drank

i know the lord give and lord take

but he got me choosin' between church and the music

like mase

pray

that's what grandma said

i bow my head

you still alive

you are not dead

i'm your pallbearer

and that's the blood that i wrote this with

something that i want

something that i want