(lil dijon)I can feel it through my waist and my coreIm bleeding from the noseA bleeding heart will never falterAnd im over, over againYes i know this my friendBut my eyes as wide as dinner platesYour the only one who intimidates meWell i guess thats love, well i guess thats loveI feel it through my waist and my coreYeah i guess thats(obi III terrors)I sat under the glow of a red moose pack with my solitudal breath and my brain collapsedWish i had my eyes peeled back till my time elapsedFirst time i said a rhyme went backWhen my anger hashed it my mouth would clapMy hands looking sticky and a fridge full of beerEyes looking fuzzy from my third ideasMoney looking lost in the way i liveDont you ever say i didWhen you were there doing the same old shitJudged the judge loved from carp in the castleA man with a broken heartNever would a heart of lovedRiding in my face slapped up and my feelings crushedCut my wrist drown my sorrows in a bourbon glassJust seeking that billy in the parkAnd my blood i fearSwim through the lake down the river disappearTake me to the sea float off in a golden yearAnd write lines for the ones we loveTry and cope with the fact we turn to dustAnd then the worlds blows upSui-suicide on my mind every time that im timed outIm faced down heavy on the couchAnd a couch thats still on the hard wood floorSame kinda floor that i dont know, to be real anymoreTake my mind to the sky leave my body at the coreCause i can feel it through my waist in my coreAnd i dont know if she knowsSo why would i even botherI swallow all my confidenceAlong with that pill for my happinessHope i o.d still a happy manHands in pockets and a smile for the chanceSmile on my dial well i guess thats the planCause i can feel it through my waist to my core(lil dijon)I can feel it through my waist and my coreIm bleeding from the noseA bleeding heart will never falterAnd im over, over againYes i know this my friendBut my eyes as wide as dinner platesYour the only one who intimidates meWell i guess thats love, well i guess thats loveI can feel it through my waist and my coreYeah i guess thats(marty bukkake large)Eyes wide with the cap backNever thought id hit it then i hit it from the backNow every night i spend without thatI close to dark close my eyesWish i could still have you backNow you know that im cut upMy mother finds a bong and chain to get cut upNow my minds always fucked upFingers and your tongue in my mouthThen im feeling on my cut gutsMy emotions are a whirlwindOnly find peace in the image that i held inIt was an image of you twirlingHoolahoop around your waistAnd a smile that was sterlingGreat memories are a bad ideaYou got the type of body to make a straight girl queerNow when a bitch blurts i always steer clearKeep sipping on my clear keep my third ideaNext week at a party i see you thereMoisture on the eye but i blame it on the glareKnew it was you i knew you were thereWith you hair so big and and your eyes so plehDont turn around no please i swearDont turn around no dont you dareShe just turns around with a sweep of the hairBut she just doesnt look at meShe caught another mans glare (lah!)This feels like deathStaring at my best in another mans chestNow shes away on another mans shoulderBut after that night my heart turned colderSis always told me space is a placeSo i stay more stoned then an arabian gazeNow im done with this rapBurn my verse and never play it back(lil dijon)I feel it through my waist and my coreIm bleeding from the noseA bleeding heart will never falterAnd im over, over againYes i know this my friendBut my eyes as wide as dinner platesYour the only one who intimidates meWell i guess thats love, well i guess thats loveI feel it through my waist and my coreYeah i guess thats