Setting feet on my constellation with a fring,
Today Milky way drops every incadenscing orbs,
Clasping my mic unleashing my clotting notes,
This hail never gonna stop.
Dynamism is all, this cosmos made of,
Mettlesome is what, flowing in my vermillion droplets,
Carelessly listening my bosom ceaselessly,
Let this night never be tired of swaying goblets.
Whopping is the best melody,
Mizzling dews of chunks picking verses from wind,
If I'm gonna inhale for last time,
I care a fig, I got what I designed.
Zillion of sterns dazzling inside me,
Sometimes it's good to be funky,
No, fantasy is what I left behind,
This is my real euphony.
