Alchemisland

Chewing my face like nougat You have to use illusion to do that Room for two, graves with views Gravefaced paintings in hidden places, looking direly abused Aging instead of you How you have maintained your grace; Nobody fails to say it seeing my face Calculating the years betwixt Their own faces ruin-afflicted.

My weights are big, clincher fits Her waist is slim, smallest cinch fits Baddest bitch in full flower When she walks in simps glitch out like holographs on low power Asset flip, acid drip Nose to the quick like a scratch ‘n sniff.

Dead up, I’m dead on  Get up and get up the results I want Any game, I’ve a bet on No back I haven’t put a bed on  Branching paths, none I’m set on Spit milk, nothing to get upset on All Babylon I get a percent on.

Too much cred Too much bread not to get you fenced out Don’t touch me, I’m too touchy Double bag, shit’s too musky Headrush off White Russians Tongued tushy, had her blushing Drive by, they salute me No salut without loot accrual Interest solely fiduciary  Got fed up, thought you could boot me Feds moles…