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Imagine me as I write these bars
Of lyrical content that goes hard
Surrounded by folks that wannabe stars
But can't shake off their emotional scars
Like

done,Alas it was to none but meAnd all I've done for want of witTo memory now I can't recallSo fill to me the parting glassGood night and joy be with you all

Have you ever had a rap battle in your own head
There's a war outside with demons and angels
But on the inside it's just me and a stranger
My King

Okay so one with the acoustic, let's go
Are you ready?

Now every great story's got some good and some bad
Like the time I came for dinner and I

I do it
But I'm still Motown with the music Turn three kings to the three stooges
I dominate and make them lose it She love me over the acoustic
Never

machines, 
my head's gettin thicker 
slide a bitch all on me make the time go by quicker 
it's been a fast year, tappin twice, fog up my ticker
bouncing all

try but you cant deceive me
Believe me, I got brews, blunts, broads, by the boatload
Hang wit us, and you gon' see the smoke show
Yeah, hella, hella,

and vibe straight from the acoustic
No confusion when I speak this shit is lucid
Truth is shoulda shoulda never doubted me
I hear you coulda woulda with your

someone else
 
I'm not sure that the folks will understand
But somewhere down the highway we can think of something
Forever with us in it, just can't wait

When you ask me what's for dinner
I'll present you with a menu
And choose if you don't wanna decide
And on a Friday night of drinking
When we go out with

the money on recording this song
They will drown me with their words. I'll do the best into these chords. But anyway the doors still closed.

And I just want

You were the 20 in the tip jar, slow jamming flip flops, napkin with the call me on it
So I did what I had to do and now I'm just needing you 

Like

I Wake up and it's 10 in the morning
Nigga girl with an attitude she phoning
Try to tell me knock off tryna bone him
I'm like fuck it I'm turn this

(baow, baow)
And his head hang tight with the screws (Takeoff)

My dawg gon' shoot, called me and told me to turn on the news (watch it)
When he get

niggas hate me but I still I ain’t heard a diss track
I gone diss back you gone need dispatch
Buss down on me tell Juke go zip that
I’m with D3 so you know

live in a dictatorship(SHIP!)
I don't f with these snakes
Or these alien (Hittas!)
I'm predator
14 divided by (2!)
That's how many he's in
That is basic

Roll with It [Edit]

Steve Winwood

Revolutions: The Very Best of Steve Winwood

2010

it, baby
Come on and just roll with it, baby
You and me, roll with it, baby
Hang on and just roll with it, baby, hey

The way that you love is good

Let me start by saying that I love music
I'm cursed like a witch flying on a broomstick
I ain't playing no acoustic I'm about to lose it
Devour

it healing
The sound hear the voice of the acoustic guitar
Where do you wanna go not by plane by car
100 Miles or to paris is that a little far
We

bright,
Folksy tunes and chillout vibes, carrying me through,
In this perfect moment, finding something new.

Acoustic guitar strumming, stories in each

a saxophone acoustic
To share the Gospel thru your music
With Conviction play improvisation
Your emotion on sax w conversation

Preach the Word in only C Majors

with me but ill never give you up

I hold you close, you hold your notes
I wrote this with you. We'll go far me and you
My acoustic guitar

Who could

and a hard sell for me
Trying to hustle online with the heartfelt-est tweet
Most people don't go to gigs... even if it's free
And rap is so rarely right live,

a blowie with some rotary
Never "et tú Brucie" or "woe is me"
I know my poetry affects your ovaries - I'm like

Oh, no, here again we go
Flow like Yoda, you