I see...
Fallen poets, powder, class on the street, slow motion, later hours in front of me, searching honesty from these blocks where modesty is only state of mind, drunk policy.
Can't fit in with the masses, seek low fi tunes under ashes, I'm gasping, night flashes, headshots at the dawn let the bottle hold my passion.
Floating over the moment capture my zone, holding the motion before the late hours gone, mind is open.
Till cold blows my sunday night, I see the sun's trying to reach the light, keep 'em thoughts floating, provoked spoking, where heart gone, open, gone, out of my sight.
Avalon, avalon, avalon, where mind open, gone, avalon.
Keep low key, aim high, proceed.
Seen no sleep, long night up ahead encroaches.
I'm hidden OC, to C4 explosive like none seen that rosie keep OG shit ferocious.
Swallow my temper, let none of the emotions effect on my mindflow, holding opponents and throwing 'em back to front depend how I flow.
Shit far beyond soul, vision bright neon glow, night leading in to cabo I follow and choose to grind slow.
Till another bottle is open, I'm soaking this potion is holding me up, I feel I'm floating, through later hours I'm coping, need faded emotion for holding my top, see I'm floating.
Avalon, avalon, avalon, where mind is open, gone, avalon.
Keep low key, aim high, proceed.
Seen no sleep, C4 explosive, keep low key, aim high, proceed.
Hidden OC keep OG shit ferocious.