Whickity

In his head he's the prodigy that to never be
His style is sick bitch, don't fuck with me
Everybodies going soin their thing
He sits alone wishing he could sing
A ring and a ryhm to waste the time
I scream at the walls it'll all be mine
Theyre aint enough time to show you can be mine
But thats every girl, every twirl
He knows its the last chance, still he cant dance.
How long you ganna hate boy?
How many dates with fate you need boy?
Before it comes to you in the night, in the middle of that fight. You dont know what you are but it's the star in you, it comes from within.
Watch the canvas paint itself, write about the colors and the waves, how youll never be saved. The artists is dumb, he cant see, what he was always was is done.
Right behind the wall, the prodigy that could never be screams at the wall but never hears the call.