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I walked home alone in the pouring rain
With tears on my face I called out your name
I walked home alone in the pouring rain
With tears on my face
the summertime
In the sweet summertime
We weren't in love, oh no, far from it
We weren't searchin' for some pie in the sky summit
We were just young
I can't go on
Deflate the air from both of my lungs
Fears one by one followed me home
And became reality
I'm a failure, I'm a freak
I'm a chip
love just spilling over
Now my shit sound like the ocean, you hear that? (Yeah)
(Keep in my mind that I'm an artist)
(And I'm sensitive about my shit) Say that then
(Sensitive about my shit)
I love rappers with the big voices
breakin' down the door?
They said she wanted to marry above her
All she want was someone to love her
Aba Tina oh, who you have there breakin' down
breakin' down the door?
They said she wanted to marry above her
All she want was someone to love her
Aba Tina oh, who you have there breakin' down
much has changed
It was songs of love
That I would sing to then
And I'd memorize each word
Those old melodies
Still sound so good to me
As they
right now, I got for-show bread
Lil nigga, Lindsay, he got the Lohan
I put the work in like I got four hands
And I got love for a few, respect for
to the cotton field
Everything light bright in my eyesight
There goes the neighborhood is just a way to say white flight
They hate at first sight, 'cause love
the ladies love me
The brothers know I'm down by law
So it started with a crayon
Flash said "play on," next up, Ra bless the floor
I said they call me
Out to the casino into the lights, the smoke, the sound.
And then I woke up. And none of it happened.
And then I woke up. And she was all gone.
And then
My history bruised by 400 years of slavery
Every day the tragedy resounds in the depths of my memory
Trough over the years I’ve learnt to speak
back at it, dang, it was a [?] tour
We didn't bring no sound.
We just showed up and played some, whatever they had,
And played some music
down with my own thugs
Mo' thugs in the pound, you know it's goin down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
Want to be a baller shot
I can't go on
Deflate the air from both of my lungs
Fears one by one followed me home
And became reality
I'm a failure, I'm a freak
I'm a chip
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah we gon' beat these demons down within the mind
With the sound within the mind, beat on this shit
C'mon now let's get this shit
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga thinkin' bout change contemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigga
And the only
think about me
'cause honestly I'd be aight if no one ever loved me
I write I only fear joe in blood smeared slow on my brain
By my earlobe
and I ain't
notes again
Do you write?
Do you?
I'd compose a new chord
If I could
If I should
I should do
All the other children
Love to sing along
But it's
Childhood memories triggered by smell
"So now what?" you may ask
Well that's hard to say
Because that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play
All
the gutter side
Keep clean on everything my mother dries
Still I love Allah, sucker for southern fries
Facing affiliation, embracing my butterflies
I, (I)
Today I lie down deep in slumber
Feelings are falling downward
I want to forget
Waking up I hear the way your voice sounds
My heart starts
Love to see you run, I just use your come
Gun cooked, unhooked for tryin to reach
Including my strap so I unleash the beast
I dare you
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