Lyrics:
neck
Your master, your killer
Flock of flesh, you're going off the edge
Hide inside the States of denial as the page unfolds
We write the climax
wrote out the check and burst out sobbing
After work I hung out with my new church friends and traded stories
We decided I should quit and then we
when we're finished
I feel awful again
So it's the same sorry story
Just the cast changes nightly
It skips like a record
But it glows like a movie
they actin standoffish
? by hand like canned raw crawfish
Can you please pass the cocktail sauce?
You might as well know, hell is hot as hell boss
'cause most of these
Rappin' niggas gon' want a cup
You never seen me buddied up with
Niggas ain't the same cloth
Takin' pics, huggin' up
Tellin' stories
Can you see all the things that we've missed?
So we'll begin to write some
Stories of our own
Tell me about all the things you did
When your jeans were
We find our songs
In fashion magazines
We read the story
In the morning paper
I touch their hearts
And they touch my skin
I'm on your screen
of the days when I would chain smoke
Broken with no hope
Like broken like the manner she spoke
We both
Two people seeking
Solace and remembrance
that or i jack and you can trust that
you'd rather see me in the studio, than me at your house and see your jewelry go
?? make the beat tight we
a nervous wreck as long as I can remember
But you write the story so pick up the pen
Draw me pretty pictures of everything I hope to live
We grew up way
la la la la la la
So I was just a shy girl from Halton Brook
I'd always write all my dreams down in my story book
We didn't have many pennies, used
free
As I run through storylines
Nobody’s dog, I burned the leash
‘Cause there ain’t no one who can write a story quite like mine
‘Cause the metals in
at the top of my list cause I'm always thinking of you
I'm reminiscing about the times that we used to kick it
But every time I do that all my partners say
write my story like they know my ting
Know a couple man that wanna straight dive in
Might be in the cut but I'll be home by 10
Straight 10
If this
what you're thinking of me
This is exactly how you wanted it to be
We live once on this earth
What's your life worth
Why stay if you don't even like her
jeopardize, revolver gon' never lie
Feelin high when I'm sober, realize I'm gettin older
By the seconds on the watch, bout three blunts in
Got wiser to these
insist
It's helpin' me write these rhymes and take away all this stress
Relievin' the anger and weight that is layin' on my chest
I guess I thank 'em too,
Every single day at 4: 30 AM I wake up
I'm so angry at all the injustice
I donated cash by the hundreds
What's this? Oh, it's my new Ferrari
It's not
to send him a message
Instead I write it down and just hope one day that he catch it
I'm really not a hero I hope one day that you get it
More or less
gate dey write
This building is under investigation by EFCC
Next thing your paddi don take flight
Ede erunkaye na im Ibori call them
Why you dey bless am
gate dey write
This building is under investigation by EFCC
Next thing your paddi don take flight
Ede erunkaye na im Ibori call them
Why you dey bless am
I walk away my fans say Hey, do it one more time
The pen is in my hand boys and girls realize
I put my pen down quick and tell a story like slick
you,
You want it to end
But you write your own story
You can change this all around
Wow wow
I wanna hold you once again
Even though you're gone
Even more
the same amount of ears as eyes
Up out that cage but handcuffed to my ways
I go to write hits but the life shit jump off the page
Aint it obvious by how
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