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My friends all wonder what we're doing 
Why we care what are we proving
But with us there's understanding
It's not love that we're banking on
I don't

even clear my head, and it's vexing
So many things wrong
I think it's best that I disappear no question

I'm stressing at an all time high
I wonder will

tendencies, a futile effort in vain is what they tend to see
I wonder if i'm the only one who can see through what i pretend to be
I'm really trembling

so long
Running out of time

Say what's on my mind
Cause now it really matters
I wonder if these matters
I chose all along
Have been just wrong
Have

(uh)
Maybe I'm doing wrong (uh)
What you got going on?
We been up and down this road before, I swear we holding off
I been overthinking, and I question

Just Say the Word

The Trammps

Disco Champs... Plus

2002

I'm holdin' on
To pictures on my telephone
And I know that I should let you go
But it's hard to break away.
I ask around
And I wonder what

on the wall
Tell me what I should do what I'm doing wrong 
Tell me what I should see underneath these tattoos, underneath the scars
I've been writing nothing

eyes, talkin shit..
Wonder what youd do, if the knife you stabbed us with didnt stick..?
Be the main ones hyped offa estrogen, until it click..
This man

Look man
I can't keep doing this shit
I Really Took the road less traveled
Now I Just want to quit
Drained and Exhaused
Now I'm looking at darker

your ear's to the streets
But you've got the wrong idea
Cause that isn't what we meant by put
Your money where your mouth is
Y'all walking round dense

Again, welcome to my documentary, no Jayceon
Ain't doing this for attention
So don't pay me none
Manifest into what I'm meant to be
The sacred one

Hidden from the world
I'm one now with the bushes
Behind all of the leaves
I don't want to be seen
Too afraid of how they'll react
Not sure of what

her
Imma keep on pursuing and doing what I've been doing
Continue making my marvelous music until I die
They saying hip-hop is dead but Ima have to beg

shorty you could make the call
Aw man this shit is stupid
I'm spending mad bread up on this chick
What am I doing?
I'm a drink a half a bottle yeah that's

was wrong
You probably just listened and faked, no you probably didn't even like my song
You can say that I'm salty
Or maybe just faulty
But truth you

I can't be wrong
I'm a perfect imperfection and I don't find interest in the radio
So everytime I get high I watch the time pass by like away we go
Is

it's like I keep booking the wrong flights
Never did fit in, so no wonder my songs tight
Black and white, Klondike
When they flip, we on top, that's what

I mix addiction with depression what I'm doing wrong
I got too much of this pain lemme put it in a song
Can't do it by myself, shit think I needa

feel I'm doing something wrong
Someone who cares who gone stay by my side
This isn't fair I wish you were my wife
Maybe I'm young I don't know what I

I don't feel like I am

Um, excuse me, what is wrong with being flamboyant?

Uh, nothing, nothing
It's just not how I perceive myself and I wonder if

minds appeased
By the realisation that a brother stands tall
When he's up on the pavement
I may never have it all
This what I've got and I'm grateful

mistakes I
I think that self-love comes with age
That's why I'm learning to live
By just living my own way

Don't tell me that I've been
Doing this all wrong

I'm caught between a slave and a king
Royal blood, wrong skin
What have I been dreaming of
Melodies the rhythm or what they could provide
Stomach can

my songs
When you where I can't see you, I'm just hoping that you hold it down
What's moving on? ooh oh oh
I could've did you wrong, could've been out