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This will all make perfect sense someday
I'll be a-okay
All my bills have all gone pink
I shit the bed
I broke the bed

This coulda been a slow song

staying still 
Meditation mode
Tai Chi' Timmy goes
Off to the Grammy's to grab the Gold

It don't make sense and it don't bring change
And all they wanna do

of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super

fills
Up with fumes and roaring engines and
Blurred movement it's chaos
And at the center of it all is
Meek, by this time completely awake
And in his

all the time

 
I know this song might never end

I hope someday we can be friends

But we will only make amends

If someone tries

 
I’m happy drivin’

At the root what is wrong

So as I wear this mask
Hope it keeps you well
This covid lockdown will
Someday it must end

Covid blackout how we act now
Got you

hccker
As long as I'm your hccker
As long as I'm your hccker

HCCKER! HCCKER!
HCCKER! HCCKER!

Put your ds on me john F kennedy
I'll make you squeal, baby

and take care of business
I am stupendous
These niggas jealous
All cuz I made they bitch zealous
Pussy was precious
Can't trust the bitch kuz she tellin
This

won’t know the squad, it ain’t about to make sense
 
We’ll just sweep you off ya feet, we won’t e’en speak, 
Our discreet level is elite, still looking

Hello Expectations

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 4: A Turn for the Worst

2010

Y'all was the same as m I'm
Not to be copied off of
Not to be emulated
This music ain't the club more
So to be stimulated
A nigga far from perfect

our Gen  shit (Gen) 

Silent tend to shine 
I burnt the whole bowl turn circle empty dry 
Suffocated by all the shitty lies instinctively
Saint John

Gen shit (Gen) 

Silent tend to shine 
I burnt the whole bowl turn circle empty dry 
Suffocated by all the shitty lies instinctively
Saint John

simulate
It'll all be worth it one day, It'll all be perfect one way
It'll all make sense someday, yeah
Unstable, depression helped me write to this beat

a black hole, sucking his soul and all he holds Dear
He reflects on the love he has lost
And plots the love he will gain
But unfortunately, as the earth is

abstracted
That's ok, invite one
Make sense does not serious problem
You just need adventures
Day by day fake sunray
Caged people, fake people
Mind bending

driver...
Like the undertaker certified by the dmv...
Mob scene mob scene all u rappers whack...
The type to rip a condom rapper just to whack it...
I'm wacky

gripping on this microphone, cause ill be damned if i let this chance pass me by, this everything i am till the very day i die

Somedays this is all to much

on me
I get to watch them shine, they shine

Someday the words will flow like water 
They'll make perfect sense with every melody
I'll be hard

eyes
I hang with positive people
My friends and I respect each other

All is change
I love the clear blue skies
And the sunny days
I always make the best

until you will know
Anything that comes my way I'll make it disappear like a perfect score on guitar hero
If I see that man I'll shoot
Turn him whiter

But that is the one to which I will always return
I wanna give you a six finger handshake
Not around your hand but your bodice! If that makes sense
I

on needing
In this process man I've learned one thing
Never make promises in relationships
Cause one will always end up breaking it
And now I have to give

to the limelight
Wonder what my life has come to, I might
Remember about the days that I'd fight
Someday I will belong to the skyline 

"Get out of this town, it

Only room for the ride or dies
Know
We in this shit together
Doubt me one time, that relationship is severed
Forever
Out to show em why you never say