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Whenever You're Ready

James Taylor

October Road [Bonus Tracks]

2002

Things could start looking up.
Whenever you're ready, 
Take a big sip from the loving cup.

Making that face carved out of stone, 
Coping real hard

Broken
Be my serotonin
Going through the motions
Having a hard time coping, coping

Sticks and stones might break my bones 
but your words keep me up

own (my own)
Nobody hitting up my phone (my phone)
Like what the fuck is going on?
I've been trying to make these songs
Coping with emotions 
Leaving my

inside everyone including me
The lack of coping seething into everything
The stones and the asphalt and into the buildings
Birthing this companion into

The constant scrolling, the infinite coping
Living with a heart of stone
He didn't think that you'd care

"Why, my butterfly?
How could I know something was

stacking up high 
betweeen you and me I
why you coping my vibe
trynna fuck with me twice
im fucked up i seem nice
Rolex Stones on my right
riding wave they

I'm hardly in a hurry
Got a stone in my shoe
Waiting by the phone
For a message from you
Slept not at all
Awake for that call
Think I'll have some

never sober
And I guess that’s how I’m coping
Everybody acting like they know know know
Rolling up the pain then I flame let it breathe
I’ve been drinking

them goons them niggas gone press ya
They on them downers coping with depression
VS one the diamonds these stones is precious
I don't fuck with niggas

The only thing that help me cope is coping sicker knots
Now I feel like I den wasted time
So I don’t kick a lot

I don’t got no time to chill
I don’t got no

(This bihh so smoove)
(Yuh turn me up)
(I'm good with the pressure)
(Been coping a lot)
(Beast in the making)
(I move on the hop)
(Constantly

off the dome, like how was that?
My heart turning to stone, can't handle that
I'm homesick but I'm home, like why is that?
I'm coping on my own, like

sicker
I'm just tied down in my head
I've been coping with coming unbloomed I'm
balanced on a stone or on a tomb Mother I've been
growing sicker
I'm just

You built your castle made of broken glass yea now
You throw your sticks and stones and watch it crumble fall down fast well
You think because you

to take control
No one in my phone, nobody knows
My heart is getting cold, it's turning stone
Feeling so exposed, I'm on my own
Yeah
Stuck in emotions, I'm

Two birds in the distance as I clutch this stone
Standing in this glass house so leave him alone
Two birds in the distance as I clutch this stone

got a couple sweets rolled with another O in a ziploc
(O in a Ziploc) [Echo]
They see the pockets on swole 
How the lights hit the stones on the wrist

Daily
Repeat uh.

This ain't the life I chose
You know my hearts stone cold
But when I'm --
I'm letting go

You know my hearts stone cold
But when I'm --

Daily
Repeat uh.

This ain't the life I chose
You know my hearts stone cold
But when I'm --
I'm letting go

You know my hearts stone cold
But when I'm --

felt so far
Every stone thrown I'm scared I'll fall apart
But it's cool I'm not pressed like home screens
I just wanna see something on my fucking home

of the nonsense 
I had to go get the context 
My conscience is open 
Yea I'm chosen 
No more need for coping 
Now you hopeless girl drifting through the ocean 
Your

names
I remember days I was assed out
Had nothing to smile laugh at
Nor brag bout
I'm fragile
How could they throw stones
At a glass house
My wife split

Oh damn I’m demonstrating, that god fuckin hates people like me, always rappin, drinking, smoking, coping with my dreams, as far as sins go I'm past

Drinking thick port from cheap glasses
Wanting so much, calling it coping
Jaded for the first time and finally
Feeling the weight of what that means