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good,
You’ll be in the one percent to hear my endless vents bout sweeter times,
And if you stay for that
Then I want you to come back
I promise next time

L.O.V.E

Vanessa Brown

Travelling Like the Light

2009

a little sweeter like an apple pie
She's got that crazy side
Wants to open up so he can realise
That she is paralysed
By the divas hangin' over

the ceiling
Been getting active so it's no reaction when I wake up and see what I'm building

Ain't no politicking no apology I'm polished as polish could get

mad yea them be scared of me
Niggas play gangster yea that's what they better be
They want them some motion this shit come from overseas
Niggas come

real
See I don't trip over no loneliness because really I be on some lonely shit
Can't be no dummy, I know how it feel to be bit by a snake
Free the gang

like I'll not get better
A will to burn

Time goes by and I realize, that I'm alright
You thought nothing would be the same
But life comes round again

a leech
Switch the phone every month I don't like to be reached
People selfish they'll call talking all bout them
What you gone do for them lets talk about

To the raindrops and stereo and my phone buzzin'
But I had never heard a sweeter sound
Than all your cluttered thoughts slowly almost leaking out
Like we could do

want me I'm good  
Hitting a lick I should
His new girl wish she could 

Walk by my ex 
While I pop my bubble gum
I got 99 problems without them 
I got

don't care
Uh, uh, uh
I got faith, long like my hair
They be lookin' like they use nair
Had to go and lose it by myself
Had to go and prove it by myself

it big dummy truck
I'm sweeter than a caramel peanut butter cup
I'ma keep spittin' shit
'Til these niggas know what's up
Damn I keep switching my flows

(Real nigga shit)
Niggas kept watching, started switching my moves
Said I did my own thing, it was long overdue
Dre what happened, man you used to be

Kravitz
You blocking but not Dikembe
I'm blocking out what my friends say
I'm knocking the KRK
I'm spock wit a bit of Jay
Inspired by tracks like Grindin

the time, and I just wanna shout,
I get so troubled by my purpose; what's it all about?
Got no time for fake friends, please, keep it real
They said "cheques

friends who
Saw that coinciding was nothing coincidental
Never, it's just the way we're put together
And none of this shit could be any better
Salute

Sippin' my Powerade it's two twelve in the afternoon
Hah
Hearts have a way of being fooled to be broken
And I could not help but feel a radical ideal

be braggin'
Comin' with passion
Yea baby, compassion

For what are you askin'
Through Christ, you can
Throw that in the trash can

We inna world, where

The media secretly feeds the slaves day-by-day
Just tryina' sit back, eat my noodles
In peace and pay all my dues
And do what I can to make my ends meet
I'm

Imma let them know the lord
Be by myself
Antisocial it's the law
I can not fall
See the pain I num it all
You know I make the calls
Yea that bitch she

And half humble
Brothers trippin
Like they had stumbled
They sweeter than cookies
Had to crumble
This is meant to be (bee)
Like I'm back to bumble
Homie

of her smiling she's Mona Lisa 
I can't be tricking off these hoes for treats I thought that was sweeter 
Can't mistreat her won't deceive her 
Them read

by ya side
heres the phone
u know what it do 
call me boo
its gonna be okay 
i see the proof 
just tellin the truth 
show you what it do 
so much

getting sweeter with every taste
Emotion you put right on display
Every smile that I put on your face
Accompanied by disgust and dismay
Despite all that,

a favor
Wasn't a beat down that could be heard by the neighbors
Twenty-twelve love story coming soon
Broke up and it broke me down, ended too soon
Still my