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eucarius walker – all on my mind كلمات اغاني

[chet company verse 1]
look, you see_
theres is a girl that has been all on my mind
and shes been on my mind for a long dang time
i know i ain’t no scholar like kathleen h. pine
but i think i got a problem, and ill go for mine
everything seems fine, but its always implied
wanna get her out my head, but im like dang she fine
stand up so innocent, got a tattoo a daisy spine
im finna rap these emotions like its jay z time
she shows randomly and smells like vanilla bean
i see on my way to practice, think i saw her practice on the team
can’t tell you who she is, but im tellin it with honestly please
forgive me now, tell you later will you grant a reprieve?
anyway, this startin to be a reccouring scheme
last three to four months i been seein her in my dreams
i tried to let it go before and move on to better things
but nothins better than her, i do not know what that means
she sings music in to my heart and on my pleth
my amplitude be up and down she keeps me outta breath
scared to tell my folks cuz then id lose all my respect
have a 150 family members, i won’t have none of em left, ha
she was just behind me and now shes disappeared again
unwelcome and unpleasant its vicissitude event
she talks to me often, i flip out like reciprocals and then
pull out a paper and picked up my pen and i write
she summons me sometimes like a subpoena (sub_pen_ee_uh)
not even gonna lie i probably got schizophrenia
got cha mind talkin to you iike its a friend of ya
she changes different sizes, right now shes a miniature
but does that rhyme
maybe, i spend my time
lately, with thoughts of dying
aching, with less sublime
praying, it lessens out
safety, a pester down
crazy, a record bout
crazy, a record bout
aye
i think my mind is still tryna play me
must be lackin something but grind is crazy
think her about so often shes startin to faze me
emotions runnin wild and shes tryna chase me
lotta stops on my emotional roadtrip but it stands green
girls got an unknown origin causin me lesions and sant spleens
she whispers in my ear, “hey talk to me, i can’t please_”
leave me alone,” and the next day its the same thing
yesterday i faltered and now today i best it
but she said to me so peacefully “your hearts congested”
she supercharged me with energy, an electric chest hit
maybe shes not so bad, maybe its something im blessed with
she lives so far away, yet see her everyday
she said i owe compensation, so today i sent her pay
she told me at the game your not a center so youll play
this girl be droppin gems, maybe this rebels gonna stay
guys talk to her in real life, turn these pebels back to clay
stumble, to his level, put the shevel (shovel) in his way
i never wanna struggle, why would struggle in this chain?
put the petal to the metal, let the bevel shave the day
i know were fine, theres no danger in our mists
i know your blessed, you lit the chamber to my chest
let bullets fly, god’s the painter of our vests
gotta keep thankin him, knowin hes doin his best
know that his best, is always greater than the rest
provide the world with crest, keep our breath real mint fresh
shine with all our glory, got the spray keep off the pests
7/11/13 got me ballin like the nets
your inviting all the feels im catchin
head checked out and my heart has checked in
massage all of my fears now im never stressin
my bff doesnt wanna talk to me, now youre my best friend
shine bright in the sun, craddle my moon, my crescent
put in my mind for a reason, its me your destined
for, i rise up to accept the challenge like kevin
dominant on my right, nah thats my left hand
got you everything you asked me as you requested
heat me up with your bright light you incandescent
you keep steps upright carefully, dont know where im steppin
probably feel side effects of this zoloft your my anti_depressant
all these emotions ive harped, feelins were kept in
i maaaan, i gotta tell my best friend
i gotta tell my best friend…

- eucarius walker

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