The King Charles Era

The King Charles Era
New sound, new style, still the same loser.

The Art of Being Alone 0fficial lyrics


(verse 1)
Drugs and alcohol. Buggin' out on the hallway. Graffiti. I feel like H2. But far from an angel. I may do... disgraceful things. Breaking things, while I'm all alone. Taking things from the mall to go. Y'all know about Charles. Truly a Bandit. Musically a genius. Needing a band-aid (band aid). Can't stay away these days. Everything is cliche. Better yet, make believe. I can raise my seeds to the thought, but they tryna take my seeds. I suggest they walk. Yeah!

(hook)
No letting go.
No holding back.
When I'm alone,
I do all of the above...

(verse 2)
A quick buck is in the discussion. I don't give a fuck. I get my bucks from the public. Be it love or a substance. Weed is the substance I love. Being above it. Above the influence. Influenza is getting pissed. I don't get infected. To the point where I disrespect it. Blame California! Hot heat! Hot Hot Heat can't stop me! Bother the beat like Rocky. Beating my meat; it's just a scene. Ugly and disgusting. But it's all raw. All thought. Make Charles walk with your thought. I stay the course. Y'all lost in this inner course.

(hook)
No letting go.
No holding back.
When I'm alone,
I do all of the above...

(verse 3)
Keep It Simple(,) Stupid! Indeed the rhythm is moving. Instrumental so deep... diggin' it up! What did it give?! Pickin' it up! The love is missing! Is it not love? Is it pot luck? Did the pot wake up? Did I not wake up in time to feel justice? Thank you! I love you!, no matter if it's hate from an angel or just due... from a Demon. Asteroth. No, not the rapper. I know not the rapper. Like "I go raw". So much for all y'all thought. Walkin' 'cross the course, victory stays. It starts with intercourse. Ungh!

(hook)
No letting go.
No holding back.
When I'm alone,
I do all of the above...


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The lyrics are poetry, so they're open for interpretation. But a handful of people will know what I'm talking about. In graphic detail. Bless you. And bless YOU for listening.

More to come... the year is VERY young.






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