Infinite Steez
chill on the radio getting dome on a beat
the people going everywhere & nowhere
i’m pretty much up to nothing & found Nirvana
my life’s about to open up to new wisdom
found within my books & vinyls & Spotify mixes
the universe is streamlined in purity
technology has reached its apex
jus don’t fuck up the algorithm
cute girls know i got the infinite universal key
i jus chill 24/7 & ignore the newsfeed
music bumping continuously as i read
the only thing i crave is the dopest clothes
i always got my vape game on lock
the coffee overflows
& i head out for a cigarette every now & then
ignorance is bliss & society is on a cyclical loop
hell zone out there so mind your business
let your girl go & align with the universe
embrace perfect levels of peak energy
best to dress in only the dopest clothes
sadly, life is all about appearances
but my music bangs as i smoke
& life makes sense in the little pieces of art
each of our lives is a piece of art
people still gossip
mind’s blown from time to time
& i wonder why anyone ever fretted so much
listening to some SoundCloud era emo trap
i fuck wit bad bitches & artistic druggie boys
probably from now until infinity
War on Drugs is the most pointless thing ever
i fuck wit something icy in the heat
staying posted in the cozy crib
she says my writing got too dumb
life is dumb too so i jus listen to music off the grid
every rose has a thorn, every artist has a muse
waiting to write some immortal piece
waiting for my tunes to become immortal
waiting on fog to roll in during early Fall
nothing & everything online
sure my creative work helps some
i go out for an early morning & late night cigarette
could go out for a nitro cold brew whenever
could scroll through socials for hours on end
terminal days, infinitely bright future
jus ignore 98% of this life shit
& take pleasure in the things you do
guess World War III isn’t happening anytime soon
so open up a book & slow the pace down in a bit
our reality doesn’t need only consist of a rat race
some jus kick back as the world spins madly on
Beautifully Broken
dizzy on the comedown
too spun out for a moment
weather the storm, hold onto innocence
the Heavenly Father hasn’t given up on me yet
to hold the ones you love dearly closely
to forsake highs for the foreseeable future
internally empty, but the smoke helps
i died a thousand deaths this week
stale summer air
precarious habits
felt all of the love & then none
reading Theo of Golden to pass the time
struggling in desert heat
fighting demons left & right
terminal stasis
girls showed me the heights & falls
i fall for a thousand a day
stuck in the muck awaiting clarity
starry eyes by ekkstacy plays & all makes sense
her head on my shoulders, my wrists in her lap
the coffee always brews up at day’s beginnings
nothing broke me… i’m not broken
jus cooling to a translucent yellow Mac Miller vinyl
gas on E, but had $100 to pick me up
affability helps us move throughout the day
i smoke & sip at my nitro cold brew
GBC baby… stay so sober when it’s October gang
gave up on all of the dirty shit
jus hoping for a golden autumn morning
and pink skies to alight the sunset
dripping wet garments
a thousand different senses
feather light touch
synchronicity to the melodious beat
ripples of the babbling brooks
therapeutic iced coffee drips cold & nice books
to get back to the secret garden
to be softly gentle to the ways of the world
gothic castles & some poetic fluidity in motion
the princess sketches out doodles aesthetically
writing poetry either at a bus stop or river’s edge
scenic route the way the waves crash in ebbs
debt to the mystery of divinely infinite creation
smoke & mirrors the gamble so instead jus drift
sometimes a lil blow cushions an overworked soul
Tennessee whiskey & a dime bag never hurt
trying to find the remedy at the local coffee bar
a lil light reading & copious amounts of coffee
finding relatively soothing peace on a comedown
my body flows with vividly dynamic energy again
birds still always chirp & kittens still always purr
heart beats slow & energy felt a million miles away
days go by scrolling as an analog record plays
steadily writing amidst Saturn’s galactic current
venture down to a cozily inhabited hobbit dwelling
then venture back up to the penthouse suite
chilly falls along overcast sweater weather coasts
kicking incredibly dope shit with the baddest hoes
coming up, never coming down
word around town is gossip the purest bullshit
need a little story in my head to settle down
the cutest baddest girls take me for a spin
a few Ls & a few Ws
in my feelings so i cop a dub
she on insta blowing through a gram at the crib
what’s with all of this talking? bump some tunes
i’m jus vibing out to the infinite flows
got a year’s worth of vinyls, poetry & novels
come as you are & cum clean
shawties on the block making a new scene
cigarette flows… help me empty my mind
infinity is dead & i know i’m one of the dopest
call me what you want, i’m jus up in the clouds
could give less of a fuck about the hate
disaster artist
inexplicable trauma
but the dope hits forever
and Heaven jus a vibe switch away
i’m rocking in my infinite steez
jus need something bad beside next to me
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