Lyrics:
Young wild and free
Mistakes to make develop personalities
Cameras out; say cheese, reality freeze
Portrayed by pixels with ease, finding our
my thoughts to handle business
ima live by it die by this block until I'm finished
then my collie rung
sidetracked my thoughts from my vision
its my
It started off with a pen and a pad
Daily writing paying life
Like the pen was the pad
Daily gripping iron bars
Living inside a cell
Daily iron
kids nappy heads and all dirty
And she's gettin pimped by a nigga that's thirty
I saw her hangin' in an alley
Bragging to her friends how she's ho'in' in
like a bar stool
Treat the deck like a beach house, fall asleep when I got to school
Staying there till the late bus, practice rooms for the privacy
I
One foot in the room
And you can tell that I'm superior
One foot in the grave
And I can tell that you're inferior
I ain't hearing ya
Listen I ain't
flesh, who trails on a leash
Will you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely?
So I'll break up my room, and yawn and I
Run to the center of things
Where
My name is Donald White, you see,
I stand before you all.
I was judged by you a murderer
And the hangman's knot must fall.
I will die upon
Half an hour change your strings and tune up
Sizing the room up
Checking the bar
Local girls unspoken conversation
Misinformation
Plays guitar
tour to stage
Slick Ricky Bobby in a Nascar
Runnin' over motherfuckers like I'm in a bar
Sentimental motherfuckers in a cookie jar
Beat a late night
or get me started
She got my mind racing La - Ferrari
Too many times had to play it right
She got design so i know she might
Told her meet me by the bar
I had my share of good times
And hard times in my life
But I never thought the worst times
Would turn out to be my wife
From the bar-room
If I end where I started
I bet you gone know the difference
This is living
Not merely existing bars without the prisons
Far beyond the glimmer
know what that pig meant
Yea
Some times we don't see eye to eye
I might throw my hands up thats if I'm driving by
Shots out tha drivers side, Thats if I
Stack my money like the shard
Maison Margiela too hard
Trapped in the bar got barred
McQueen I dont do fraud
I'm all by myself got me feeling like WALL-E
Everything I do yeah you know I do it well
I'm like a penny that you drop into a wishing well
I'm like the last call bell at your favorite bar
I'm
Look me in the eye
Tell me do you even see the fire?
Always be the candle in a dark room
Whatever you are doing manifest God too, yeah
Do you see
cyo I'm on my Feta search,
lettuce works to fled the dread,
My bad influence in padded rooms,
I'm tryin keep my head, your flu spread,
I spin my
chains round the neck
He ever seen her before, her face don't connect
No, so keep it on the low, go
Seizes her by the arm
Looks right into the eyes cause
night bars
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar
Makin' music on my guitar
I got the same old story at them all night piers
There ain't no room around
night bars
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar
Makin' music on my guitar
I got the same old story at them all night piers
There ain't no room around
I was born a ramblin' man with
Swamp water on my hand
Daddy died so young and I had
To help momma get by
So I learned how to sing those songs
I
bars
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar
Makin' music on my guitar
I got the same old story at them all night piers
There ain't no room around here
night bars
Hopin' I could make myself a dollar
Makin' music on my guitar
I got the same old story at them all night piers
There ain't no room around
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