Saturday 14 April 2018

WRONG TYPO

01:10

If you like something like veg biriyani,
May be you're not my type.
(Wrong typo)
If yo girl boss ain't no who Bani,
Then Maybe you're not my type.
(Wrong typo)
And if you like hanging when it's burning hell and sunny,
Then maybe you're not my type.
(Wrong typo)

Oh, all these typos are wrong and we have gone too far in this race. (To far in this race) uh
The race has a craze, hold on your pace, preserve that face;
gonna shine and chase, the demons in the maze, (the demons in the maze)
all hunting and shouting and screaming to eat up your soul (eat up your soul)
Peasants all running and calling and asking you to bow who?, you know (who you know)
And the bad bish says(says)
I play pretty games (pretty games)
But she has no clue(no clue)
Those walls weren't blue(weren't blue)

I did on some work, to bring that ass up, and show up the world (up the world)
Yeah,
that things do change and ppl fades and life is a maze (amaze)
That the world throw shades and want all maids and shut all the gates(all gates)

But yk you're worthy, no milky but curdy, hook up the hoodie(hook up the hoodie)
and hustle like Birdy(Birdy),
And change up the rhyme, you revolve the chyme, in no effin time
And make lemonade when life throws lime, yeah,uh-huh
When life throws lime.
Just put up your shine and heat the cold, you're the new bold, throw that shit on the faces who say you're old. babe you're gold. Eh, babe you're gold❤️
(Wrong typo)
**some Tune**
-bhumi




Some walls are built to be broken

01:08

He filled me. He made me feel whole;
But so silly of me to love him; oh baby he was a black hole,
Drained all my energy juices and filled the spaces with blurry clouds calling for his name.
But so silly of me to love him; it was all a part of his game.
And now I am scared to break these walls and step out again, it's scary.
Can't scream my mind out loud, so I poured it all to my diary.
But the sun still shines ik, like it used to do.
The stars still twinkle ik, like they used to do.
My heart is still beating ik, like it used to do.
But not for him now, "so who?"
For someone who ik will never leave.
For someone who, ik, will never cheat.
For a person so pretty, I am not afraid to loose myself.
Someone so beautiful like your fav book seated on a book shelf.
For someone who will carse the scars on my soul.
For someone who'll make me feel whole.
This time, I guess I found the right person.
I heard them whisper "best couple under the sun"
And I shied a lil and so did my better half;
after all we were one, we took a big ass chance.
Loosing him was scary, but loving someone again was daring.
I wanted to be on a safe side, feel my pain and whisper, "hey love, it's alright"
That's when I decided to stop and face the mirror,
This time I didn't see a competitor, but a lover.
A lover, who will love me as much as I will love her.
A lover, who knows deeply about my suffer.
A lover, who will never take me for granted.
A lover, who will never mind how I look without covers.
And I feel like all the radiations are drained back in my soul,
Now I feel truly complete; I feel truly whole.
He was witty, he took what he wanted, he was clever;
But loving myself was the best decision ever.
-bhumi



Bhumi takes on the depression rap

01:06

No, I cannot get all gloomy drained sad again.
Miss on nothing and get deep attached again.
Coz he's a mess
And he'll mess my brain.
He is fake
And all my love will go in vain, ik.
I know it won't last forever.
Some things are supposed to end in December.
The year will change and so will the calendar
And my depression will peak up the standard.

All these nights, all these cries, all these voices;
Echo in my head, leave me with no choices.
But I am a man, not a chap, not your local pap.
I will do my shit and build my castle with all the shit I have.
Will slay the rules, climb the top, throw the mop yeah
Will make you woo in pain that'll be so 10/10.

They say,
things are supposed to last on forever,
but I think we were supposed to end in December.
Maybe let's break up like past November?
Ik you'll come back to eff me, shitty member.
You ain't no sick you're a bitch you never loved me.
You only wanted me sad, see the razor blade touch me .

Ik you only love it when my wrist, my shit bleeds like hell.
The scars will fade away but the wounds can't help, just swell.

You and I,
we both know who cry.
Every night.
Ig it's not working fine.
Time to go; I think I will leave, bye.
"See you later?" Eh, naah don't you even try.
-bhumi



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