MAVI - Terrarium lyrics
[MAVI - Terrarium lyrics]
Yeah ay look
I wrote this one in the wee hours of morning
Mourning over a female I used to treat but
Had scorned me her behavior changed
I'm on the move taking spaceships to the
Moon and I shape shift at dusk
Pardon me if I'm late to
Spit I'm making shifts
They want me complacent that's
Not meant for me
I'm more the type that murder
Careers and sneer inwardly
These symphonies is brilliancy I simply
Lack empathy for rappers
Who pretend to be trappers
Flipping bricks with ease
And really they cowards inside
They get devoured
In April I felt the showers
Now May absent of flowers
Erasing rhymes with a scowl
Forces more than my power
Head lice reveal my hours lost
Empowered off of scouring websites
But the meaning of life
Realizing I'm dreaming alright
I might be a demon but
Really aren't we all heathens
Moonlight gives way to sun and day
Embraces the pain of cold nights
And fills the leaves that make the
Paper that's a day my soul
I take control and take it
Farther than cars, clothes, hoes
And baking soda
The crowd offers no satisfaction
I'm passive as if
Passing glances frozen when I'm
Posing for pictures we posed' to be bigger
I hope this is the soul in you nigga beacon
I wrote this one in the wee hours of morning
Mourning over a female I used to treat but
Had scorned me her behavior changed
I'm on the move taking spaceships to the
Moon and I shape shift at dusk
Pardon me if I'm late to
Spit I'm making shifts
They want me complacent that's
Not meant for me
I'm more the type that murder
Careers and sneer inwardly
These symphonies is brilliancy I simply
Lack empathy for rappers
Who pretend to be trappers
Flipping bricks with ease
And really they cowards inside
They get devoured
In April I felt the showers
Now May absent of flowers
Erasing rhymes with a scowl
Forces more than my power
Head lice reveal my hours lost
Empowered off of scouring websites
But the meaning of life
Realizing I'm dreaming alright
I might be a demon but
Really aren't we all heathens
Moonlight gives way to sun and day
Embraces the pain of cold nights
And fills the leaves that make the
Paper that's a day my soul
I take control and take it
Farther than cars, clothes, hoes
And baking soda
The crowd offers no satisfaction
I'm passive as if
Passing glances frozen when I'm
Posing for pictures we posed' to be bigger
I hope this is the soul in you nigga beacon