Lyrics:
not my crutch
My curse is not my crutch
I often think of the nights I stared into your eyes
And you would tell me what it's like to want to die
But now
Yo
Yeah
I just wanna explain 'cause I know that nobody's told him
It's alright saying you're my father but you know family's not chosen
And we
his heart?s still beating, leave me to handle it
Until my conscience is free and clear
How could this suffering
Take the place of a loved one?
By now
Trying hard to control my heart
I walk over to where you are
Eye to eye we need no words at all
Slowly now we begin to move
Every breath I'm deeper
Eighth grade, standing my ground
Outweighed by at least 30 pounds
Oh, Willie T. James
Meanest boy in the school
Toe to toe outside of homeroom
Like
Sitting on this soapbox he's got it all figured out
Livin' in doubt and proud of it with this gun in his mouth
(Sitting on this soapbox he's got it
count it two by one
Help me remember to forget who I am
And when it's over babe
That's when it starts up again
bein' broke
I got my town by the throat
Coughing up major doe
But it wasn't enough
because the bomb I smoke
And the fluff I snow
Turned me into a killa
on your left hand
Is that diamond ring
And you spin it on your finger
Whenever your thinkin'
Now all the guilty feelings
This kind of thing could bring
of trouble"
Uncle saw me with a fiend that's boogs, baited out my hustle
Shawty give the best brain, don't spoil it by demandin' cuddles
Vvs on my wrist,
You're sick and tired of waking up the same oh every morning
Making bets on moving on
And I don’t know why, you want me to continue now
And it's no
and sullen.
You looked like a cute idiot.
It's tremendous what the wind can and will bring into clarity: views once frayed
and obdurate, now bound by
mouth was loose, but now, I just wanna kiss it
The radio is playin' "Silent Night"
Makes me laugh 'cause you would never get the melodies right, mh
to the DR
Money, can't buy you happiness
But it can pay for these acres
Money can't buy you time
But it can pay for these flavors
I'm upper echelon
just the alcohol you've stolen my soul
Lying in a bedroom some place I don't want to be you're over by the wardrobe watching some dumb T.V.
the backstreets all over the earth
Fighting for their love and fighting for their worth
It ain't just Russia, it's Hollywood
Hey, hoochie lover, keep it
Woah Woh can you hear me now yeah its babysham you all in for a treat do you know how many mans would love to have one of these ladies by the end
There was an English guy with two last names
In the cubicle next to me
He was a snotty English guy with a tweed over coat
And an air of superiority
I
they prefer.
I saw Ruth atop a dun Clydesdale
in a pilgrim's caravan
queueing at the toll-house now and
then revealed by a sheet of lightning,
my heart
on the way
Over whom he has some sway
By now he's bug-eyed, drenched in sweat
He gets it together and tries to save face
Ducks into a stall in the back
Pouring over ancient texts to comprehend the future self
In absentia present-tense defer the now ’til then
I miss when things took up space
I miss
Weak and wounded sinner
Lost and left to die
Raise your head for love is passing by
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus and live
Now
Talked to my friend again today
Forty days and forty nights
It rained all over the world
To be exact
[to be exact]
sinners played
for me
Well now it's whiskey and tobacco and bitter black coffee
A lonesome old doggie am I
Waking up on the range, Lord, I feel like an angel
Free
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