Chaos 3| ✔

10|

|Interludes.

°Pansophical°

"Walls slowly closing in I feel the time slowly runnin' out. I think my mind, slowly losin' focus...lately I been through tha notions.

I'm on another level this time. Pebbles in my bezel rich time. They ain't on my level this time...think it's time we settle this right now.

And if I keep goin' back ta fuckin' wit her, wit her, I'ma end up wit her ohh.

Always first to finish last, time to quit her, quit her, time to give up bitter oh

This time I'm...

This time...

I'm ya first, I'm ya last, I'm tha best thing that you ever had this time.

This time.

Last time.

I'm tha best of all time.

Last time...

Last time.

Steady nodding his head to the dummie track that played, Rocky continued to hit his blunt.

He'd been living in the studio.

Literally.

He even camped out for a few days.

He'd been recording heavy, both his music and wrapping up for the crews second Cozy tape. It would be out next month in August, which actually seemed really close, given this month was basically over. Rocky was of course excited, but also nervous. The artist always got anxiety whenever he put a project out, so these weird feelings were really no different.

"Damn bruh..."

"Wassup?" Rocky questioned lowly.

Rocky was high as hell right now, eyes low, head dazed and all, but he could still think and hear perfectly. His producer and friend Hector, was cracking up right now, causing Rocky to smirk, his reddened eyes sowly veering over to him. He sat across from him, in his black rolly chair, while Rocky sat upright on the couch.

"Yo, I know you not singing bout shorty?" He questioned.

Rocky snorted a bit at this man's question before smirking, and taking another hit.

Above.

That was the song that was currently playing, in which Rocky allowed Hector to hear. He'd written it a month prior...a week after he and Blayne's fucked up trip at Grand Teton. It was simply a testing track, it wasn't going to be on his actual album...at least for now.

At the time, Rocky was fucked up from that experience, so of course he decided to write about it. Blayne had actually been the source of a lot of inspiration lately for Rocky actually.

He didn't know if this was a good or bad thing.

He'd also hadn't seen that woman in three days...and he'd missed the fuck out of her. He couldn't stop thinking about her for shit, hell...she was flowing through his mind right now. Although Blayne had her issues, Rocky still couldn't deny the clear fact that he hadn't met anyone quite like her.