strolling the candescent street
they don’t make me feel like a creep
my scent has you saturating
with me it’s only me penetrating
that place you really wanted to show me
last week
won’t you just lie in my face
everything i do makes me weak
i find myself fighting
my others
they’re whisperings cloud me with envy
you’re too lovely
some things in this world are god given
they’re given as gifts
but your sorrowing lies pity me

Not every path you see is for you to travel
Maybe that path is for the one person that's coming towards you
So it's best to wait at your end for the best to happen

I'm a very impatient person
But baby what magic have you done
I can wait for you
Anywhere, anytime for no matter how long
Maybe because
At the end I get to see your face
I get to see your smile
Maybe this magic is what people call love...

@ovais43

Anyone can turn
Anytime into a monster
Who would look at first
Who is here an Alabaster?

Everyone wants to move
Faster and faster
Who cares about the norms
Who is here that master

Keep up the beats so high
So we can't hear from the sky
Ignoring the rules, baby
Let's focus on all those means of joy

Turn on the lights
Please
Turn on the lights
Please
So, all we can see
What's the truth

All we understand;
is a fist or foot
Have we ever really
Escaped from the shade of boot

I don't wanna see
How lavish is his suit
He's an animal, a capitalist
Whose business walks on loot

Every time he speaks lie
For money, he could die
He's trynna be a God, yeah
Although, he doesn't comply

Turn on the lights
Please
Turn on the lights
Please
So, all we can see
What's the truth