Lyrics:
you also hold the responsibility
To guide all of the humanity towards unity
And that is the definition of the best version of me
I wanna be the best
This next song
Is actually an uptempo song off my new record "I Am"
I love the lyrics so much
I actually wanted to do an acoustic version for you
One good thing 'bout music
You listen when the tunes hit
You feel no- feel no pain
Blow your brain through acoustic
And anyway I do it
Depending
Climber
(David Crosby)
[Intro. (Acoustic Guitar and Percussion)]
The heat of the stone against your face
The incredible presence of mass
To another genre, some other music
While your girl will do an acoustic
Version of my song, betrayal is strong
I'm my brother's keeper? (buzz) wrong
Don't get
And they never would come down
Turn around and hold me
I'd like to see your face alone
I'm hoping there's someone home
[Instrumental Acoustic Guitar
he'll point blank me
I don't buy it
If it's beef then I'ma fry it
I wont toss the skillet, I'ma hide it
I Had off his skillet just for trying
Crease God
a joint
And if you dig it then connect to your friends
Cause I ain't trying to wind up in dead ends
Flame on the skillet and it's burning blue
Times is ill,
dreams (Never forget your dreams)
Just take it day by day by day by day by day
Day by day by day by day by day by day by
Day by day by day by day by day by
to tell
I'ma start by saying n****s is living in Hell
Is it foo? Is it true? Might not ever end well
If the bridge to our souls burn, I bid you farewell
forget your dreams (Never forget your dreams)
Just take it day by day by day by day by day
Day by day by day by day by day by day by
Day by day by day
hand
Popping chicken like skillets
I hold your account like clothes
Oh God you quit it
You don't believe me
Call your bank and go and ask your
'cause I'm a dick (dick)
You ain't gotta be no detective to figure out I'm a dick
When I hold my private, it's your first clue, Sherlock, prick
Just
like swiss
If you ain't hot come like this
Real niggas hold a gun like this
Pop something, one in your leg
Make your ass run like this
Now picture
ain't hot come like this
Real niggas hold a gun like this
Pop something, one in your leg
Make your ass run like this
Now picture that
Defeat rhymes
seen
Just a deer in your high beams, I might've screamed but death can be a beautiful thing
Like getting cut from your cubicle strings
Or an acoustic
you wanna change plans you can be by my side
Who am I? Who am I?
Oh
Who are you? Who are you?
Lookin for this version of me
Ohh
A lot women acting
Turn out the lights
Turn up the music
Hold myself tight
It's so therapeutic
Over and over again
It's gotta suffice all the acoustics
I'll make
shoved in their face
And it's a disgrace Hailie can't play with her toys
In the front yard without you drivin' by, honkin' your horn
Screamin' some
really be surprised
When it's there before your eyes
When you hold the knife that carves her
You live the life that starves her to the bone
Good
okay, we're not talking anyway
And I tried to understand
And I tried to hold your hand
But I can't keep up with all these new
Versions of you,
Wednesday night, I'm here again
Reminded by your new habits
You fell in love again
It's hard to process this goodbye
When I think about you and I
Scattered through my mental
Acoustics in my chamber
Just endanger instrumental
Fundamental rhythms are symbols
Of eternal power get devoured by my infinite
feels so fine
I can be your version of home
Driving out this city alone
There's no space in your heart it's so cold
I clear my vision
I keep my distance
I
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