I feel cold, lost , and in a daze
whenever you speak
I wish it was just a faze
But the **** I just smoked
fades away into oblivion
Once at a good cloud 99
then you let out this storm
and my wings start to break
crashing down to cloud -9
but thats just the start of it
you continue these winds to knock me down
I've shot through, landed
on the hard white cement,
struck, motionless, razed.
This is what happens whenever you speak.

Green
Thats the color they always say describes me
I forgot of the fact that being green can also be very mean
Green represents the envy inside of me
I try not to but then you talk and talk so much about how you know you're going to be famous, know how you're going to be rich, know how you can just get any guy you want. Know you're that thang.
I try to let it be and not let the envy fuel inside of me
but I'm green of you. I wish I was so confident I was going to be famous, wish I could get any guy I want, wish I could speak/think so highly of myself everyday. Confidence is grace and I can’t pick up with your pace. But you explain your confidence so much it weakens me and makes me question if I'm the color green because of my energy or of my envy.
Or maybe my energy is envy, and deep inside I'm the only one that knows.