Mesa Springs II

-Mesa Springs II- (Flare)

Tingling in me, I don’t wanna lose this feeling (x2)

Don’t be timid, if you lookin for the business
We can fit this Colombian necktie in your size little bitches
Whittle away at wisdom decayed in my center
Withering pain wuthering high from whence you’ve entered
Is a dimension I’ve entrenched in sinning, impish grin of the kid is tempting you kittens quick to get dicked & fisted
Fixated in trips, jaded by blips, on the Ra-dar, waking my brain from the seance, I been away on
Waiver for the game player, to continue raping paper
Savor flavors of dismay, the saber slays the vagrant
Fables erased, trachea aches, from dangerous slang, slung from the tongue, straight from the vein, blood fittna run, fun is it dumb bitch I comes with it the gun fidget the trigger & bust a couple, spun it ruptured your ligature
His signature move is vacuuming indica into the tubes, suplexing the music, Mexican edibles? chalupa tulips
Pugilist using two fists to duke you with, Count Dooko with 2 fused tubes shining bright as they slew you, who sipping yoo-hoo in the kitchen as chitlin I was so villainous, taking mommas prescriptions quick, not a Pill is missed, ...pilfered purses, ...NyQuil insertion, DayQuil for daydreams & they scheme but I write what hurts em
Mighty merce-nary with no mercy, marries verses & jerks the hearses of any that are re-emerging, from the dirt heap, early birdie alerts me, that murder is my first deed before I even squirt pee, before I even first eat, I’ve already got the thirst please, nurse me back to health, gimme something for this brain it swells, from the pain I’ve dealt & the pain I’ve felt & the pain I’ve gained from a few dumb belle’s, making hatred engage for real, shit

Mesa, Mesa

Mesa, do I still live there
I hardly even can remember what went where
But I... (x3)
Don’t wanna lose...this
Tingling, in me... yeah, oh

This tingling, in me, I don’t wanna lose this feeling (x3)

Don’t wanna lose this... no