I got away with it
You say you want every girl in the world that’s some wish list
You can have the heart of a lion but I am the one they call Daniel.
My god is 3 in 1, I have no problem being numberless
but is your ignorance infinite always bragging about the latest rhyme that you spit
Im a lady I don’t spit, I tsunami
Fema is still lookin for me
And if they ever try to lock me away I will just plead temporary insanity
Tell them I see dead poets and try to resorecct them
My dream is that I got you thinkin im crazy but you still want me on yo team cause im like the kobe of today
You can have mvp; cause im a dynasty
I go to sleep with a pen in my hand just in case my thoughts try to jump out the bed
Im a huge fan of dreaming cause every night when im asleep god writes on the inside of my eyelids
And the devil tried to ebay my soul but I wouldn’t let him get one bid in
I have lots of tricks up my sleves that’s why I wear long sleeves
I shoulda been a doctor
I give verbal hysterectomies
Come across my path you wont be able to write nothing for a week
My pen will never go blank cause im timeless
im priceless
It’s a crisis that they let me get away with this
I should be illegal
They let me get away with this
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