Lyrics:
Yeah this shit easy
I do it without even trying
Like where's the note book
I'll write down a track while I'm smiling
Like how I do this
I don't even
Got my note book
Got you so shook
I’ma wind up at the peak of the mountain so don’t look
Come quick cause I
Don’t think I can stop with the poppin
have a note book
And I have a pen
I dont know where this is going
But I think soon this page will come to an end
I dont
I dont
I dont
I dont know where
I found your lost notes on my book
Thousand files on my mind
If only I could leave simply
Out of this box
Thousand things to do today
I have to swing
turn em into love songs love songs, no
You got me so hooked
You are the one I write about in my note book note book
I pull an all nighter thinking bout
rising with heat
The fire in me, got the rap game tired of me
It's just me, myself and I
My pen and my note book
And the songs that I write
They keep me
note books
Potential energy rots before your eyes
Science nervously sucks on a cigarette
Failures only in grades
Social life is forced and mostly crook
a note book full
I set the bar,
still ain't seen you par with that bar
Still ain't seen u par with bars
Your things peaked already
I don't wanna see you
paces
Now let the choir sing it
Could note a book just full of metaphors and quotes to help you look within
That slow and steady help with weeding out
Note Book.
Existential, Precious Little, Note Book!
cnd his beat up copy of
Some College, Beatnik Book.
With His ccoustic Guitar,
cnd His Poetry,
It's been a while since I've seen
Such amazing things
It's been so great to see
What a smile brings to me
I don't need note books
I don't need
the gutta'
And everytime that I wake up your a toe stub
I'm sick of you writing these lettas'
Pour it all in a note book and I watch it fall through a shredda'
Sons of the silent age
Stand on platforms blank looks and note books
Sit in back rows of city limits
Lay in bed coming and going on easy terms
Sons of the silent age
Stand on platforms blank looks and note books
Sit in back rows of city limits
Lay in bed coming and going on easy terms
Yall Just Couldn't Take It
Its More Then Just A Note Book
Its More Then Just A Pen
Its More Then Just A Few Words
I Can Rhyme Over Again
Its More
Spanish group Els
Trobadors...wonderful feeling to this music.
May, 1993 - Now studying liner notes, books and pieces of music, putting
Together a clearer
Please give all my note books and guns to my sun
When the smoke clears I hope there's somes folks nears
To vote me as the pope here, Not quote fear is
creeping in the mist
To the lake I dump em
Writing my bars in my note book
Death notes killing deez hoes
Fo the C notes get smoked
Smoking yo friends
In
Nyangooo eh eh eh nyango eh eh eh
On est tellement flop dans son système qu'elle a un note-book
Où elle note les noms et les quartiers de tous ses mougous
you even want from me?
The pages off the note book
Full of notes from when i wanna go
Tipsy off the feeling
Feeling violent more than ever
Even though
chasing those notes
It is what it is Young king on the beat
I don't care what you think
You do you i do me
Look
Grab your note book and start taking notes
I just wanna flex
With the homies yeah yeah
Just let me ride
Don't care if I die
I just wanna flex
With the homies yeah yeah
Writing in my note book
And here we sit
Out this tropical storm
Burning pages from your note book
Just to keep your hands warm
In or out of bed
This sergeant shaved my
understood
Why she really came around, when my dough wasn't good
Now you could call it puppy love 'cause I got dogged out
Now on all my note books I got her
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