If variety is the spice of life
my sobriety is equivalent to rolling
seven on a cubic dice
Standing tall like united lice
on laboratory prisoned mice
will sooth the soul and mute the sighs
Goodbyes are poor receptions in disguise
Wicked brainwaves are the cause of
collateral damaging food trays
Crowd sourced boo-rains are the sauce
of cholesterol famished food chains
Bury my lust
accept my death as yesterday’s bread crust
You must
Just is pried
Farewells are nigh
Follow me up to the sky (Follow me up)
Gravity’s a bitch
Please learn to fly (Fly)
Follow me up to the sky
I refuse to believe
Growing moss on trees is slow as
curiosities grow in sloth breeds
Zero needs
Plenty of deeds
Whatever’s the case
I refuse to believe
Goodbyes are poor receptions in disguise
Wicked brainwaves keep the trays all wrecked
but I keep my head up high
Bury my lust
accept my death as yesterday’s bread crust
You must
Just is pried
Farewells are nigh
Follow me up to the sky (one more time)
Gravity’s a bitch
Please learn to fly
Follow me up to the sky (Follow me up)
Gravity’s a bitch
Please learn to fly (Fly)
Follow me up to the sky
Follow me up
Follow me up
Gravity’s a bitch
Please learn to fly (Fly)
Follow me up to the sky
I refuse to believe
Chère D.,
Maybe I’ve told you this before (sorry if I did), but there’s a theory that says that the first 4 sentences define the chance if the reader continues reading or not. So, yes of course I did.
Your writes (I say this with an emphasis to avoid gossip) tick all the boxes.
Keep ‘em coming, please!
Love every word of it.
Warmest greetings, Gus
I love the this. This had me swaying and relating to the words. I agree keep these coming.
Powerfully penned, Drieks. Excellent lyrics as always my friend. Your flow and wordplay are simply amazing. Love the reggae vibe it accompanied your words smoothly. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian