Ryan Wiseman, The Inevitable Will - Fantasia [prod. Kidd Hyphy]

This song is off my new record in the works, "The Fantasia Takes".

Ryan Wiseman: soundcloud.com/ryan_wiseman
The Inevitable Will: soundcloud.com/theinevitablewill
Kidd Hyphy: soundcloud.com/hypeforhpyhy

(Intro)
It’s been awhile since I’ve done this, it’s been awhile since I’ve really put my heart out into music; especially with her.
You know I knew this girl and she took me away from all of this; just how the fuck?... And wh-why did I… I felt like I walked away for awhile but you know…
I have to think about a movie that describes my life and everything, you know, the stuff that’s going on... And her name’s Fantasia
That’s what I have to say, you know, that’s the analogy; her name is Fantasia.
And this song is for her and her taking me out of the game and me returning so let’s do this shit,

[Verse 2]
Yo, faded lines and inevitable incredible truths spitted out dark red from a nuclear centrifuge
Weaponize my fantasia into carousel fruit, just know this pain is all from you
We write bars and smoke shard of dust hard, shattered scars of bust hard for no stars,
No acid will pump me to work hard, synthesia crumbles my occipital
Brains running a game of no log off of life and remember no restarts
Retard you’re rushing my game plan, sit back and try to reart again
Everytime I douse you with weed walls, still you crumble back and policin
This life I’m preaching aint easy, yet you still looking like fantasia

[Hook]
We hold a grudge against someone, but in the end it don’t matter
I’m trying to mend a shadow that’s clinging to venomous lies
It’s clinging to venomous lies, clinging to venomous lies

[Verse 2]
Fantasia, I left a message on your pager. She's a raver; does it help that I throw ragers?
This might be belated, our flaws are related, but the bipolar express got me waiting at the next station
Dirty games on a Summer Eve, I like it better when your perennial. Are we hopeless romantics? Or just millennials? Okay…
Can't wait, can't sleep. Can't breathe, can't speak. This life should be a beach, but with you, I've hit a breach.
When I'm about to fade out, you save me with the crossfade. It's so wet like a rain gauge, it's so rich like a Soufflé.
I told you you don't need make-up; smoke signals for the break-up. It's about time you pay up for these past nights that I've stayed up.

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