Open Season (Farewell)

Ava Smith

Sleeps and wake ups
Nerves all in a twist
Rearrange said guts
Nothin feels all amiss
limb drops phantom
Like the og thang
Pain feel so good
Stims like when I sang
Droppin bars, now
that I feel so free
Found fulfillment
Happy as can be
Ava's back, puberty round three
This time I came to compete
No longer a washed fella
With a hangin' swangin' memba
Lookie there, on the riverwalk
Who's that bimbo beanstalk? I
Want what she got when she walk, a
Strut make erryone talk
Thigh gaps for days n days
Wider than marianas fray
Slipped stitches make me pray
That everything turn out okay
Like a lego in the sun
My anxiety cease to run
Well just a lil, i'm predisposed
So i hide like ninja in smoke
Or just maybe up 40 floors
Like mid rona 'natin' indoors
Livin' my new life so carefree
Views far as the eye can see
Sexy bitch in my bed
Isotopes in my head
He should be with me instead
Fuckin' 'til we both are dead
Sexy bitch in my bed
Isotopes in my head
He should be with me instead
Fuckin' 'til we both are dead
Sexy bitch in my bed
Isotopes in my head
He should be with me instead
Fuckin' 'til we both are dead
I got so lucky, glad to be out
That was a journey, no doubt
'Nality had hand iterations
now you can be bringin' libations
Semi-sober, your foe
Now I just smoke on the go
Catch me in Chi or maybe New York
Come up to chat but don't be no dork
Give me my boundaries at least 2 ft'
Before you even attempt to speak
Boy you be askin' for too much
No you can't fuckin' munch
This pussy is royalty, tax free
Though maybe you'll see 2-Ds
Watch yo hands lil bitch
Assault and I throw a fit
Got me hidin' n' layin' low
New wave beats n' plotted flow
Had to recoup in the loop
No I ain't eatin' no soup
Only wheats end, best damn goop
Y'all got me dreamin' of tha loot
Wishin for a Frank fate
Except for a chella date
Y'all got stiffed but overreacted
Bullyin' his grieving asses
Sexy bitch in my bed
Chorus in my head
He should be with me instead
Fuckin' 'til we both are dead
Sexy bitch in my bed
Chorus in my head
He should be with me instead
Fuckin' 'til we both are dead
Sexy bitch in my bed
Chorus in my head
He should be with me instead
Fuckin' 'til we both are dead
What's next Ava? The world's your oyster
Maybe a place with a lil more moisture
Not too much, my hair go poof
Like Monica, latitudes Tulum
Won't be long til Im off like Akiko
Flyin the jet like i put in a cheat code
Here comes my space ship, quarter past two
Look above river for an orange hue
Flyin' away as fast as we can
Leavin' behind all of tha clan
Never no hood let me be clear
Only technics protect my ear
Err maybe maxes, wear them too
when i relaxes in front of tha tube
Watchin ted lasso or maybe silo
Recitin' bebop, eyes close
Dreams start to flicker into existence
Eye movement rapid, shiftin'
Future slippin' like time on a thread
Third eye readin' like a tape head
Car rides with Harlow, he know whats next
No more workin' like I got a debt
Free as a pigeon or maybe a finch
I know whats next comes with a hitch
Responsibili to everyone else
Or I'll get thrown out on a shelf
Sexy bitch in my bed
Isotopes in my head
He got with me instead
Fuckin' 'til we both are dead
Sexy bitch in my bed
Chorus in my head
He should be with me instead
Fuckin' 'til we both are dead
Sexy bitch in my bed
Chorus in my head
He should be with me instead
Fuckin' 'til we both are dead

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