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I've learned from him, just over
The years made me more comfortable
With who I am, and the things that I
Like, and just learning more stuff
And what

of my life carryin' a lot of baggage that I should've walked away from
Years of my life wishin' I was someone different, lookin' for some validation

I'm lone, but more importantly
I need a new muse upon my paper
So through with art therapy
Rescue me from my echo chamber
Or I'll go mad lookin

three
Centimeters outward past where
Her eyes end her eyelashes are even and
Delicate, like wisps from a dandelion
And I can't recall if I've ever seen

of those from David's line
The melancholy chords come not by accident
But by the muses in my veins
The muses in my pains
The answer is art
The answer is art

accountable
AH AH

Views from the window
You, You, You
You became my muse
Views from the window
You, You, You
You became my muse

How come
Do not quit
How come

skin all on my behalf
Oh, love I dreamed of once

Dew-crowned muse
Which stream of time to follow
We've crafted more than a few
Muse of joy
Can we live

to this shit, here we go

This my Friday Night Lights, track nineteen
From major to independent, as sightseen, my Ultralight Beam
I ain't finna go into

Appreciation by gettin the bags and shoes. 
Treat the relationship like a guitar
Keep it in tune. For the song I’m makin
Now, just know that you were my muse

a charlatan
I've never been North West
Apart from Wembley Park or Hertfordshire
On that latter matter, I've met every kid from Harpenden
Some silly freshers

no sci-fi horror
Walk by today, drive-by tomorrow
Talk hype, get blazed, why do you bother?
You've been wally since Tim Tam Tommy
Go raves
Get paid but

by the smoke
Uh uh
My memories
I'll never stop
Really really making these
Its just something I love
Uh
Two feet down
From the stress, you cant knock
If

Last Call

Kanye West

The College Dropout

2004

you know what I've been up to
Killin' y'all niggas on that lyrical shit
Mayonnaise-colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips

And I am
(Here's to the Roc)

Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male

dying
Flying spaghetti monster
Knows we've been fucking trying
Knows we been fucking spying
Crowbars for fucking prying
Open doors often shying
Away from

you home I'll be your light and from this day forth you'll never be alone  and you'll be my muse

writing page after page
I've got to find out a way to escape this madness
Got to find out a way to save Alice from the darkness
Always operating

Evil Mind..
& I trust that Music is the way for me.. like an outlet...
& So; if you wondered why my album werent out yet
Here yarhh BEEATCHH!! This is

a Nation, and I'm so Old
I hope you were amused
By the Muse
Floating out through me
It's hard for me to see
That you are
I hope that you were amused
By my

why I get confused when you run from me
That's why when ya world falling down you shelter up under me

That shit be like that some time
By the way I

all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working

I’ve done things
Too ashamed to mention
Pray that you forgive Me
Release our past retention
Promise to you
I’m getting better
You don’t give a fuck
“Oh

I hope you were amused by the Muse
That floated out through me
I hope the Muse amused you
As It floated out through me
I didn't see the Muse
I didn't

the youngest one know that he still just running from the scars
Caused by the first
But he still far from the worst
Some would say a blessing and a curse
Put