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so much and it's more then I'm counting
I'm counting the money but never progressin'
You'd think that by now I'd be learning my lesson
To value my

heart)
And maybe if you'd give it back to me then I would know how to start this
You're way up in outer space (Space, space)
I'll come visit you soon
But

better, you'd do better
Wanna give the middle finger, but I got two better
So you gon' diss me even though you know it's wrong
Know you gon' miss me

hear from it me then it's fuck what you heard (Fuck em)
When you start doing better they'll wish you the worst
I been keeping it real, it's a gift

wonder where your weeks
And hours and years were spent
Then you start to panic
Because you thought by now
That you would have had more
And you start

I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted
I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted
And even though your

'cause now it’s all gone
Took up so much time, never thought it’d end
Seven months went by, but now I'm just a friend
Got out of mental help, moved onto

else will listen
Yeah, I'm done with you
And I hope you were right about me
I'd love to justify the times you said
You'd be better off without me

You

Snap out of it, you’re not powerless
We have control of most of whats around of us
You let it slip by like sand in an hour glass
Last grain falls

trying to find solutions but

Miscommunication's causing all these situations
Got me running out of patience
It's like time is steady wasted cause

energy
This mine for the taking, bitch
No time for the scrutiny
Surrounded by good company
All my friends are thriving and
Moving on to better things Only

It all comes back to this
Let's start at the beginning
The first thing you took
Away was my breath
Everything that followed
Was under your hex
I'd

better, you'd do better
Wanna give the middle finger, but I got two better
So you gon' diss me even though you know it's wrong
Know you gon' miss me

Well-timed marketing scheme, its cool to be independent
But if it was last year you'd be a dun or a Missy Elliot
And after your indie bravado and the label has

Running Out of Time
by F. H. Brown, Sr. & F. H. Brown, Jr.
I'm Fred, and I'm a Christian. I'm gonna talk about God,so you better
listen.
There's only

a better you
I’m sorry if I’m upsetting you
This is what depression do
It’s hard to start from new but really who would’ve ever knew
I’d take the sun to give

could have done
I tell you man you’d better start to run
And luck is running out with your friends
There’s a collision course due round the nearest bend

Tropicana skies
In the morning time
Running to the ruins
Where we all collide
Life it gets hard
So I start to fight
By doing all the things
I believe

until the end of time (That's too much time
Is there a chance that maybe we could have a better life (We're doing fine)

When did I start to get her cold

When you told her that she's pretty pretty

Five in the morning and I'm running off my mouth
To my best friend who saw through you from the start
You

since their start
Anxiety's your torn up mess and
As you grew older you couldn't confess
Gave no understanding, when you were standing
Thought nothing gon

I say, "Shit floats"

If you thought things had changed
Friend, you'd better think again
Bluntly put, in the fewest of words
Cunts are still

Should’ve known I couldn’t stay out
I see your ass start to shake now
Give me the best view
Tears running down your face now
I’ve gone out my way now, just

convenient if we shared some friends
I'm sure that you could have some of mine
And you don't have to be sincere
I just wish you'd try to be nice

I don't care