Fray (Prod. by BrokeBoi) by Cozy published on 2018-09-05T08:48:29Z Put my mind in a state of greatness Writing till the sun rising And my fingers aching still rhyming over the world burning and these bodies breaking Even with the universe in my grip I'd be non-complacent She only likes me for my grills and my cold chains actually she sees the way I move and can control space Or what I put within a frame painting a Doomsday Beyond new age it seems with every new page Here where I lay In the land of God's and profits I can say I'm just a man if I was to be honest Had an Early passion and a knack for this conquest winging it gripping my balls flyer in the cockpit cock it make a nigga wavy when he once was a solid I need peace and serenity where I'm tryna frolic tig ol bittie things sticky tree in each of my pockets A few goons for enemies or when I want some conflict Tryna run the game like Sonic Heavy handed and so I'm stomping When I'm around just keep to the caution Cause I know that I'm a problem I get clouded like its heavenly why does the heart conscious my dick and me think so differently This leaf I was planning on turning over Ill get to it eventually Till then can still hit harder then any of life's epiphanies Genre Hip-hop & Rap Comment by Luke sick flow 2018-09-14T13:55:46Z