PLUTO (VIBE TAKE)

The lyrics are all mine.
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The voice and music were generated using Suno.com.

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PLUTO

You can call me a tailor; swift; slick,
coz of how I cut ties/
Why don't you call Taylor up, quick,
and ask her if she loves A.I.?/

I can always be a jack of all trades,
if I had to be like your female boyfriend; act straight gay,
but I wouldn't receive back-to-back A-grades/
Kathryn, I definitely want you on me in a face-to-face way;
your breaths saturating my face; personal space,
like lesbians saturating an entire massive public space; arcade/
But I get the impression that when I have an apt stab at a romantic game,
I annoy masses of friends; girl-friends; mates/
I'll be a professor placed on a pedestal; confessing that I went to heaps of lessons with the intention to get sent a Bachelor just to attract bachelorettes; sense eggy breath; get laid/

I'm feeling like a chick in a GL flick/
The same old like-rejection, like same-rejection, has left an imprint on my quivering ejecting lips/
I'm feeling like Ai-oon; May did; didn't kiss;
like Pluto's positioning paved the way for this outer fling; flicked/
I'm feeling fuckin' bitten; cold as ice under my bodily extremities; like I'm over-sensitive; these,
as I see you taking to a relationship with a fuckin' dude; prick/

Yeah, I surveyed all solid and gaseous planets in our milky way; ever to constellate,
coz I planned to catch one getting wet; atmospheric masturbatory condensates/
Instead I find you; a mercurial Kath; Mercury; happening to eloquently lead me on, then astray; on and on to an underworld of purely financial gain;
being wrapped up in suing, and lawsuits, litigation that pays;
wanting to be wrapping up a case attacking my reputation; name;
coming at, not with, me; a lesbian rapper to defame,
only because I put my head smack-bang on your shoulder blades while gay, you claimed ownership, and now you want it on a stake;
blades in, in smacking, my fracturing stone-face; bones to pick, like with me; desecrate,
so to go out with a bang; damn man; traditional dated date,
while, all the while, staying in your sadly-private repressed closet-space; staying in a depressed state/
I'm avidly thirsty; dazed/
Can I emphatically enthuse you with the greatest non-alcoholic shakes?/

I'm feeling like a chick in a GL flick/
The same old like-rejection, like same-rejection, has left an imprint on my quivering ejecting lips/
I'm feeling like Ai-oon; May did; didn't kiss;
like Pluto's positioning paved the way for this outer fling; flicked/
I'm feeling fuckin' bitten; cold as ice under my bodily extremities; like I'm over-sensitive; these,
as I see you taking to a relationship with a fuckin' dude; prick/

If I just see Mercurial spitting; drops of liquid,
one goes perfectly solid quick/
If you fervently feel as if this is happening; from within; intimately; in your clit,
one goes perfectly solid quick/
I'll admit that mine's a prick,
but my thinking isn't with a dick/
But you get critically into a fricken fix,
when I look up whimsically to you, young miss Feminist,
with you being intrinsically in my head; lyrics; noggin,
sans alcoholic noggins; shots; little deaths; a hit from a bong; asking a bartender, who's probably a man, for another hit/
And yet you insist that you are the true feminist in our friendly relationship?/
I just often get off on the rich hot breaths of female friends; close optometrists; sensual specialists/
You're the one who's vividly interested in seeing rich men; sticks,
with spectacles on you like an epinephrine-pen; epinephrine,
for a prick; a kick; on you, like my lyrics; hymn/
Kick, and ditch, a prick, bitch/
And it's far safer to lick clits than dig dicks/
I wonder if in Thailand they dig dicks in/

If you ever come again,
you won't have lost to Jesus/
I'm lost for words; girlfriends/
You're what I really needed/
I'll study psychology,
just to wallow in my self-pity/
I'll study your eyes on me, in my mind,
because you're hella pretty/
Then I'll prob'ly find I'll lose my mind,
coz I'll get mugged,
because you made this look hella nifty/
I just want you hella with me/
Well, I'm back to counting paper/
Fifty fifties are here for if you will only maybe see me later/
Wait!/
I was marking papers,
and writing rhymes on 'em/
I made tiny craters to illustrate the holy nature of a relationship that was never made to date/
Was I not made to date?/
Hey God?/
Was I the wrong fuckin' make?/
Am I the obsolete version of male;
making females only feel irate?/
'I love you,' they say,
when acting away/
It's a play/
But pause/
I'd love you to stay/
It's too late/
The sun sank with you,
though it's true mercury's still rising through the roof,
as I exercise to try and find a way to your heart,
like I'm planet-proof,
coz, in a way, I could say it's like Neptune's what I'd have to get through now to get to you,
but you're leaving me too cool and destitute/
It's hard to clean up my act,
when it's like I'm living in the vacuum/
There's not a whole lot of friction/
You just don't even notice me,
like you're from a whole 'nother solar system/

******

- Pluto (2024)