PURPLE THOUGHTS Video (MV)

Purple thoughts floating off to another land above
The clouds are never dark enough, yet still can fill my head with doubt
Hand you down everything of what I've found my book is bound
Together in leather never light as a feather press pause
The rocket launch will take a few to fuel the cause
Unless the rest have up and left my pen will then evoke applause
Snakes in the grass and I'm about to mow the lawn
Making a pass'll leave you looking like a headless faun
Fail or you pass you just a teacher-less pawn
How can you last you've got no featureless song
Given a task I'll smash it while I'm stretching to yawn
Break through the glass you gasp take a breath and I'm gone
Forgetting my past the puffing and pass help me along
Having a blast, the wedding was crashed, Vinny Vaughn
Left in a dash, my foot hit the gas, I'm headed home
Driving too fast, glimpse of a flash, I'm not alone
Split what I have, my brother gets half of all I own
Life's in the bag, world in my lap, I'm feeling grown
You want it? just ask, pay me in grass, don't make it known
Malinger for mass, went singer to raps, my covers blown
Family ties, creative lies, I brush'em off
No where to hide, I stay inside when feeling lost
Average replies but not with these lines, risky stuff
Say your goodbye, don't even cry, hop in the truck
Perfecting my art, why didn't they start to listen up
My pen is my car it's taking me far, best of luck
Look at my heart witness the scar, I cant survive
Fearing the bar to me it's like tar or cancer vibes
Thinking you hard, I'm mellow to marsh, you can't decide
Believe in your star it's not who you are, the truth is lies
Start with a spark leave with a jar of fire flies
Creeping of course you feel no remorse, I'm not surprised
Abusing my resource hit me when you have free time
Serve you a three course but all you eat is grease fried
Tryna drive a Porsche can only afford the free kind
Boil to the core tell the people it's tea time
Close to the edge, my enemies fled, vanish quick
Underestimating my flow just know I'm something sick
Wanting nothing but something more then a wooden trick
Keep making your moves I'm watching you lose faking a pic
Stomach is churning my heart is burning I'm feeling ill
Speaking real these rhymes are reflections of what I feel
True connections too hard to explain within the fog
My intentions are still the same as purple thoughts