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Excuse me while I ice my ego
And watch me while I make a fool of myself
I throw down this empty bottle
Angry cause it didn't help take the pain away

Tones of matches are crammed in small boxes of the city 
Under the repression of the poet in 1950 
 
And they will throw firewood at us, pouring hot

of mockers ugh
But his delight is in the law of the Lord
And on his law he meditates day and night
He is like a tree planted by streams of water
Which yields

ahead like I had it planned out
He got lined by his shorty that's a man down
Always cautious cause the ones you love will make you walk wit ya head down

lessons how
That nigga got a job? (Pacino)
Wanna be a kid forever
Don't wanna work never i don't wanna move
I just want you by my side
Xanax pills slow down

On a warm summer's evening
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a-starin'
Out

that record


(PAUSE)

I’m so attached
I just don’t know how to tell you
My angel prolly sent you
From so where up by Neptune

Yah

Your loves
My drug

way 
Opened up and I got played 
By rookies tryna learn chess , big bouy ‘s game 
Was a pawn now on ma way to throne 
Started rhyming since I was seven

to forget all your dreams
Never change, burn it up!

In this normal world that's no place for anothers
Only typical thoughts of mothers and fathers,
Only

GOODNIGHT 
SLASH A FUCKER ON SIGHT


Ey ey this beat is making me insane, it might blow out my brains
Or I could make you suffer in pain, maybe get hit by

An insect eating reason
No logic
They throw stones
Concussed and opening up
The cocoon
Doomed by neglect
It froze
We know the weight
We know the signs

not the one
You just wanna use me till your done    

You being with me you just wasting your time 
Watch it fly by like the blink of an eye 
If you got

Held hostage by this two party system, our government yells “Trump or Hillary?” The Stockholm syndrome of politics forces the lesser of two evils

On a warm summer's eve
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a-starin'
Out

high
We don't really get low
But we get really really high
I came out the wound blind
But now I can see fine
Clarity getting clearer
By the second
Take

Count your blessings one by one
Throw them in the trash where they belong

Of course you're gonna be scared at first when you're picking up that pen

find that funny when I'm sipping my tea
Ok we get it Zig, you're a dork
You look like an orc
Big midget with some shorts
You say that I'm capping but I

Poison Tomson, Raised By a Bastard and a son of Bitch

Poison Tomson
Please Let Us go

Oh, he can, oh he can do no wrong
He is the new Jesus
He's the new

Smoke until you choke
And throw yourself away
Time ticks by until you can create a new mistake
Tell a different joke
The days are on replay
All these

for thots, I'm looking for Bey and ima throw her the roc
Shining like midday they beg me to stop
They lock me away if they knew who my pops
The One up

to work
Waking up early
I'll throw on a shirt
Say by to Oodie
And go hit the curb
Train kinda late but I'm willing to wait
I'm so patient
Playing some chess

I think I'm gonna change my name
Or dye my hair and rob a bank
Or pack up everything I have, throw it in a cab
Move to California
Well, I might take

I think I'm gonna change my name
Or dye my hair and rob a bank
Or pack up everything I have, throw it in a cab
Move to California
Well, I might take

Today I Need to Run
Words and music by Brett Watchorn
Copyright  2019

Cover up the furniture
Turn off the lights
Lock the door
There’s no reason
For