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Where did you come from 
Where are you going 
Is there room to ride 
I swear I searched for you by the speakers 
In another life 
 
There's a sign

disguise what was hidden in my bag
I didn't revise for a single exam
I'd rather get baked in Amsterdam
Or sell flakes by the kilogram
I guarantee this isn't

fantasizing
Stabilize my mind, extend my time, more deposits
Walk softly to get this coffee I’m off I can take my time
Lemon cake in slices like, I’m imitating

dont know what to say to you
What if i be myself and you hate that
I can never change that

Tryna get closer
When I see you I lose composure
ICU I'm in

When I think about you I think about me
I think about who I used to be
And who you see, what you see
I think about how I've let myself down
Would you

away 
On some country road you'd play
“Mockingbird” over and over again 
For me and Ben in your Datsun 210 

It's okay to like James Taylor
How sweet it

In fact it was a third Monday
You came along to be the one for me
And now I'm alone
I'm sittin' here by the phone
Call and say that you're okay
So

over, you caught me, I’m sorry
I’m not myself before I’ve had my morning coffee
I gotta back up, better back-track, gone bad got the *bleep* in my

coffee by the brew, heavy hitting like I'm Ruth
Making wishes in the well
Kick my feet up til it tells
Tighten up my belt and I take a swig of juice 
When

coffee
as the sun hangs low in my sky.
It never seems to get any easier,
but it doesn't mean that I'm not going to try.

Cos I don't need the world,

You say jump. I say no 
Proceed to dig a tunnel, place myself in the hole
Underground and dangerous, my mind's like a tiger pit
Or tiger fodder

In sweet dreams, I kid myself
Have your love for good
I really had hoped you'd stay
But like the river, you just come and go
And these things,

Poverty's fool, that's me in the flesh
Try and be like others instead of being the best

Respect what's seeing it less, none for myself
Now I'm glad to see

I be getting duffle bag all by myself 
Chuck Taylor on my foot I gotta press
No Stop until I'm getting paid
I need more cash, feed my fam you got me

Walking through the street last night
Hearing people whine as I pass them by
You can't open eyes
The bus is late, the ring's too small
Your coffee's

like to be down there
Worried bout myself in this period bitch i don't care
Life been taking swirls I'm ready for it I'm not scared
No you took my heart

roll with me, myself, and I
Don't try cause if you step to me you get denied
I'm a be me
See I got this
I'm a be me
See I believe in myself
I'm a be me

denied by those in power

Green, dark eyes
See, demise (oh it's a sweet demise)
Green, dark eyes (It's those green dark eyes baby)
See, demise (oh it's

Well, I left my mom, my father
The year I was fifteen
I was living in Toronto
In the early seventies
I was looking for a way
To get by each day
When

don't fuck with none of you niggas
So don't try to talk to me when you see me out in public
I ain't friendly and ain't shit sweet, bitch, I'm from

know the game and I ain't playing fair, and looking in yo eyes I can see the fear
Check my resume everything's clear, and for a couple dollars make you

know the game and I ain't playing fair, and looking in yo eyes I can see the fear
Check my resume everything's clear, and for a couple dollars make you

the coffee buzz is gone
It's only 9:30 step by step with the other pawns
...one square at a time
Somewhere between the walking dead and the buried alive
You

DJ turn it down
"Big drip", these be hand-me-downs
She on her knees, can't stand me now
I'm by myself, yuh, smoking up
I'm by myself just rolling up