The **** crows high into the morning sky
Harsh songs from my useless alarm can make me die
Honks of early morning blue & white buses eat my sleep
No time,sleep hasn't been this deep
And to myself I solemnly recite
You still got plenty of time to do what's right
To get dressed, it takes you just a minute
And seconds to lace your shoe,I mean it
I clutch more tighter to my cold pillow
Turning left right as I wallow
Gently savouring the bliss of my dream
Floating like a piece of paper on stream
No pleasure can come this close
I wish time froze as I doze
Leaving this bed is an Herculean task
How does my rest hurt the world, i ask
My mama used to quote these lines
Make hay while the sun shines
And time waits for no man she said
He who invented those proverbs must have been dead
Dear mum, I beg to disagree
It's my world and I'm young and free
The clock is just a creation with 24hours
24 isn't enough,we need a clock of ours
And I blame that device for my life ills
Verily verily, the clock kills
I lost a big contract
Eye ***** dilate,wrinkles contract
Carried over some courses
Mr. Clock was the head of the causes
I was like Y me?like the end of rhyme
Just because I couldn't keep time
Those 3 evil hands combine to make me late
But since I was born,I'm yet to be late
I didn't know the clock from Adam
Pardon me if I'm late Oga and Madam
As I go on grudgingly living my life
Not like a time keeper that makes time his wife
I know that keeping time is my nemesis
Right from the very genesis
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 8:19 AM UTC
My Best Friend
Yes I have a best friend,you don't know her
she's the reason I see double like Noah
My best friend sitting on my table
The problem is, she is insatiable
When she goes down low, I go up high
When I'm high, I feel like to fly
When I'm fly, I feel like touching a STAR
No more ultimate search, ask her
Like Udeme, I'm a great man
The melody from her harp is better than
Any other sound, I Feel like to sing
Her flow is Grand, I'm like a Turbo King
Minimum she goes round like 33
My best friend,my Legend, na we we
Just like Gordon, we shall spark
She lifts me up, so I call her Jack
I can't hurt(hot) her,I keep her in my fridge
She's rigid,I love her when she is frigid
We don't wine and dine
I just wish she can all be mine
She's so good,I can share her with a brother
You even can spot her with a reverend father
When I flirt she won't get upset
But wet to make me see stars like red carpet
Sometimes I take her home
Of course, she's got the foam*
My best friend,my beer
Anywhere you go you will see her...
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 7:10 PM UTC
She tuned her conscience to a high frequency
Tall, handsome...with enough hard currency
I balanced through the tight rope with Tigers below
You wanted sleep, I brought matrass and pillow
I gave you sugar, I gave u glucose
Yet you are still looking for something sweet
I gave you fire, I gave you flame
And you are looking for heat
When people say women don't know
What they want,people think it's a myth
All my love entreaties went down the gutter
Impressing you was a basket full of water
Yet I'm a specimen of your requirements
But when I show up, you front
Women don't know what they want
Even if we make love in the river, under the rain
You will still want to be wet
If I give you brandy inside an elevator
You won't still be high
I will never rest
Until I sweep the Sahara
And mop the Atlantic
Even push Everest
You can never be impressed or happy
Because even in the midst of a feast
You will still be looking for what to eat
I wonder why
Yet you want a perfect guy
When you have me...
@lyricalpuntiff
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 7:02 PM UTC