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and jump to the music
It's your life you better not lose
I don't want to hear your excuses
Good vibrations in the acoustics 
What you need what you need

love the look of outer space
Where no one gets up in your face
And if that hurts your feelings you can write me a letter
'Cause I don't give a shit
I

(loved)
Standing by the window questioning if dad is ever going to show up (up)
Isn't something he's gon' have to worry about
Don't get it twisted, that

the service, and before you realize my real life, I lied to you
Blinded by them issues, caught in real time
Haunted by them rumors you just make up in your own

cartoon kid show villain
Like Dr. Evil
No doctor, don't need those feelings so
Mark me up with your surgical marker, sterilize the field
Grab a sharp

soul
Ah, ah, ah
I ain't with the poverty stricken version of Christianity
Give me the mic, and the boy be causing mass calamity
The power and glory

Yeah I know it’s touchy I’ve been outta touch
I’ve been saying less by that I’m saying much
I know I use to show up for a lotta stuff but…
I don’t

I look but don't see, yikes!
What's up? What's the matter?
Between past and future, I'm standing on the latter
It doesn't define me, yeah, that thing

version, yeah
Love ain't easy, way too tough isn't it baby?
You've been gone for way too long, I'm feeling so empty lately
Wear my heart on my sleeve, it

know that she need me
Needy
Calling me her babe
All up in up my face
Hold her by the waist
Yeah she gotta get a taste
Got her place
Yet she lonely

a different place 
That's why you and I have a different face 
Aw come on don't give me that now you're talking crap trying to come up fast 
With your raps but

Of things, that become
Like compartmentalized
Like crystallized environments for you to
Create i don't know, micro-versions of
Yourself, or subversions

imagine this, I'ma give you the visual
When you wake up, every morning is Christmas
Every afternoon is Valentine's Day and then
Every night is New Year's

I don't do normal gigs
I do awkward gigs
I do Yorkshire gigs
You can guarantee that it's not my sort of shit
But I still drag myself up out of my

all over my body give it to my girl she don't like it no more
Rocking a lot like a boat you can tell how i flow on the hoe
You can tell how im running

measure success by just how much the wallet bends
Large groups of hollow friends: here I come stumbling in
Like the worst version of a homonym praying I’ve

come up no relatives
Too turnt up tryna give me a sedative
What’s in yo wallet huh
Keep yo eyes off my pocket you worried huh
Look around don’t even know

To be there
When times gon' get rough
Don't be afraid
Don't be scared
I'm by your side
And I'll always be right here
All this time is worth it
You're my

gates marked by wood surname signs
Line the sparsely housed wide set dead end streets
If you drive down to where the gravel gives way
To the orange dirt

Heads up I have an allergy
Waiter said wait really, yuh
I don't need his analogy
Choking on the floor
Somebody gave me some chilli
Y'all about to loose

version
A bird or a plane
Nah mate, it's a catfish game
I wanna sit in a 4 by 4 watching all that money rain
Ching
She wanna be on a call complaining cos

Follow Me

Red One

Girlfight [Clean]

2000

Acoustic, some'll refuse it
Cause they don't know the real
The Seventh Seal, is broken so I be smokin'
On these whack rappers, cause they never knew

your first born child'll come out
With a colostomy bag as the afterbirth
I don't give a fuck
Nigga, I'll show up to Beyonce's show posin' as Jay Z



Engineers:   Joshua Seth Eagan, Ken Eisennagel

Mixed by:  John Cranfield


String Arrangement:  Karl Eagan

Vocals:  Sharon Groom

Back-up Vocals:  Lucia