Lyrics:
If I could turn back the hands of time
If I could reach back into my mind
Talk to a younger version of myself
What guidance would I give to help?
can't please you all
Man i'm sorry man I'm sorry
I can't say it enough
My name judged and slandered by the ones that I love
I'm sorry lord I'm sorry
For I
giving it my all, to make it count
I'm leaving my heart, to turn it up
I'm climbing higher, I'm reaching for the stars
I'm pushing myself, to be who I am
am protected by his promise
I am much more than a conqueror
I am focused and persistent
I embrace challenges and learn from them
I surround myself with
Listen to my tale of woe,
it's terribly sad but true,
All dressed up, no place to go
Each ev'ning I'm awf'ly blue.
I must win some handsome guy
Listen to my tale of woe,
it's terribly sad but true,
All dressed up, no place to go
Each ev'ning I'm awf'ly blue.
I must win some handsome guy
See this is for the good times and this is for the bad
This is for myself giving it everything I had
Just a pen and a pad going as hard as I can
So
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Right now that's me more than ever
Pushing myself towards the better version of me
Thinking that my music should be more than clever
That's more
myself to a degree
Just by telling you about people like me
But people like me they speak politely
They don't start no beef or peace
Everybody gotta eat
like me
I guess, I told you about myself to a degree
Just by telling you about people like me
But people like me they speak politely
They don't start no
like a Mormon
Champagne showers
We toasting with the guys at
The top of Olympus
Keep an eye on the closest to me
They got the most ammunition
All by
on yourself.
Time to elevate/being the best version of yourself is all great/moving forward from the crowd is best...separate/
They tell the nice guy hogwash
Morning: feeling bum
Cause I woke up in the street blinded by annoying rays of sun
Crawling up to road
So I picked a random guy I didn't care
Why you not here by my side?
I know I'm better than these other guys
I know I'm better than these other guys
Why you always try (Try) to make things
of a wind storm, my roof shingles would end up in my neighbor's yards. My one neighbor came over one day with all my roof shingles in a bundle. Kevin, my
think we're in the wrong safari
Body count go higher by the minute, 3600 this shit just like Atari
I'm boutta become the next version of Ted Bundy
versions may include an intro:
Spending these lonesome evenings with nothing to do
But to live in dreams that I make up all by myself
Dreaming that you're
Behind all of the leaves
I don't want to be seen
Too afraid of how they'll react
Not sure of what they'll see
The wrong version of myself that I don't want
A while ago
I found myself in bloody exhaust grease
London again with an all-consuming urge
To hunt for two rare things: back
Issues of NME rumored
Oh, we still nice guys, though, your mother would love us
Yeah, we civilized savage beasts, nothing can stop us
If we channel all the power, that we
binge on it
I've
Been a long time coming
Don't cross my line
Don't touch my buttons
Keep it to myself nobody but me
Got myself if nobody got me
I
Got myself in some traffic by picking up some bad habits
Almost fell off the road but thank goodness it wasn’t tragic
Jesus had took the wheel
He told
of cool, the embodiment of style
I'm the coolest guy in town, by a mile
I'm always in the spotlight, never in the shade
My coolness never fades, I'm always
addicting. I wanted to meet this version of myself more, but paying your dues does not pay the bills. I needed to keep the day job to continue the night. One,
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