Firefights

[Verse 1: Cise Star]
Vapor trail sky writer, so live it live wire
Illuminate the dark—I spark a new fire
Moving slower than exams with colder hands
Just a Burning Man in the desert, raising sand
Final curtain call—take the stage, then we fall
Floyd turning Pink right before he hit "The Wall"
I’m just a pessimist masquerading as a law
Murphy heard me hurting but still wishing the worst upon
Higher intelligence never meant benevolent
Give me what you got and I’ll decide if you’re relevant
Put a bird on it. Call it art. I fall apart
Straight to the heart muscle—I tussle to get the part

[Hook: Cise Star]
Cise like firefights, marble to the wood grain
Stainless-steel-shine rhymes, power to the hood, mang
Cise like firefights, marble to the wood grain
Stainless-steel-shine rhymes, power to the hood, mang
Oil to the grease beats, contemplated cocaine
Sick, sad world bought society some Rolaids
Oil to the grease beats, contemplated cocaine
Sick, sad world bought society some Rolaids

[Verse 2: Cise Star]
Rise and shine moment. Culture crime-coated
Juicy in the middle—so sick, I spit on it
Then going in it to the sweet defeat finish
Been putting on protection—don’t want to see clinics
This is Cise Star Aurelius, the subject and the predicate
Alias to aliens, corruption in the data set
Auditory alimony—pay it out and keep it hot
Music for the matrimony—turn it up until we part
Super duper digital, Hi Fi to lyrical
So fucking pivotal, change your heart biblical
Give me the paper—I will solve it so analytical
And break it to the constituent points. Then I get at you
Crazy and dangerous, butter knives to idiots
“President not American”—shit so ridiculous
Crazy and dangerous, butter knives to idiots
“President not American”—shit so ridiculous

[Hook: Cise Star]
Cise like firefights, marble to the wood grain
Stainless-steel-shine rhymes, power to the hood, mang
Cise like firefights, marble to the wood grain
Stainless-steel-shine rhymes, power to the hood, mang
Oil to the grease beats, contemplated cocaine
Sick, sad world bought society some Rolaids
Oil to the grease beats, contemplated cocaine
Sick, sad world bought society some Rolaids

[Verse 3: Cise Star]
I am the scratch and the itch, the pimp and the bitch
The welt and the switch, the missile and the blip
The cold sore hanging off the cute girl’s lip
The hole in the ship, Adderall and the fit
The bird and the bee, the flower and the weed
Your savings account after the overdraft fee
The sweat on the hand extended to make plans
The boy and the man, the star and the fan
Me...