You touch me like I am everything you asked god for. Underneath your hands I become poetry. This is the alchemy that you do.
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You touch me like I am everything you asked god for. Underneath your hands I become poetry. This is the alchemy that you do.
They were magic. ✨
You touch me like I am everything you asked god for. Underneath your hands I become poetry. This is the alchemy that you do.
T. James
open to all! muse: thaddeus james. fifty. he/him. homosexual. art mogul.
this was his safe haven, some crumby dive where no one would know who he was. where they wouldn't give a shit about the impressionist versus the post impressionists, they didn't care if chatworth house would be willing to part with the veiled vestial for his upcoming exhibit and most of all, no one gave a shit about his reasonings for being there. they didn't know or care that he was married. thadd tapped the bar lightly before calling the bartender back over for a refill.
"Guilty Conscience (T-Mix)" w/ lyrics. Verse 1: Millzy's dead bitch, this is T James, Shootin' at your highest dreams, bitch I keep aim, Lookin' for the baddest dime here, but I don't keep change, Been out for a while but rightfully came back to reclaim, What's mine, bust rhymes like it’s a new trend, But I left my mark at 13, bitch check the Nike shoe prints, Y'all got off to a tight start, but stuck on the loose end, Going 80 in a 50 zone, yeah that's just me cruisin', Bitch with a round ass and thick thighs, that's my new friend, She said she suck dick like a Goddess, bitch prove it, Shout out to everybody creatin' a movement, But what the fuck you gon' do if that shit ain't movin'? Verse 2: I'm the one not to listen, under hot suspicion, Tell the bitch suckas fuck off, that's my proposition, Cause mothafuckas talk more than politicians, Hoes wanna see me rap but they never bought admission, Let these bitches try me, they comedy like Cosby, A hoe kisses and a hoe tells like she smoochin' in a lobby, Just because I got a cock that don't make me cocky hun, Beastin' like Blake, clippin' these lames, lob me up, I murder lame rappers, you better pray to not be one, Cause my desire to destruct has just begun, I know for a fact, friends talk behind my back, I was gonna hang it up like a plaque, but fuck that bitch Trevy's back. DOWNLOAD: http://www.hotnewhiphop.com/guilty-conscience-t-mix-song.781097.html