Lyrics:
knew at once how I would die
And I wrote it on a magazine with a redwood cut down.
Just count the rings.
Late night in a sudden glimpse,
Stand out in
here they hold it down
These niggaz out here clowns
Lookin like Casper the ghost
This ain’t nothin that I wrote
You been jotting down ya notes
Next song
on every call
I just been stuck on music, in my room writing songs
Remember when we used to meet up at 5 different parks
Man it sucks, but all I ask if I
song I ever wrote
Let the message help replenish hope
The best fruit has the shadow of decay
The ripeness a reminder, all we ever have's today
From
This man wants another man
A complicated blues
But this is not a song
A mixed up life can go wrong
Well the man he doesn't know
I'm afraid he just might
me be your man
Let me be your man
(Those freckles on your face
Do something to me, I know it)
Girl, you know I'm the one for you
Why? 'Cuz I wrote
at school
Wrote when I'm home would rap to songs that i knew
I remember one night all the pages i wrote i kept up under my bed were missing I don't know who
this
My heart pumps a blood that's blue not red
Try not to reminisce
I can't stop myself from loving you my friend
Our love is through I wrote a song
enough, if I offend you
Uh, I wrote this song when Dave drove home
And caught that flat, in the mean T Flats
And it made me think, if we could blink
Back in the day, when I was learning about spiders up the water spout, man, the good
Old days, they went by in the blink of an eye
That's not the song
I'm sittin' in the cold again
So I wrote another song
One about all the women I've loved
cnd how they all have done me wrong
I can't say I'm
it's simple
Might fly right by open windows
If I see you cry, we gone get through
Listen you are not alone
Wrote a new song
I ain't bring the storm
gone, I'm free man
I'm teasing
She sees it
She laughs and knows that I need it
Been tough man
I been struggling
To make money off of these songs and
I
rode the waves of your explosions
Done appealing to our killers, man, to stop the bleeding
This song's a dirty bomb for they dirty dealings
Boots
entrancing,
but the dancing was a lamentable mess!"
FIRMIN
"Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder:
my salary has not been paid.
Send it care of the ghost, by
me out
I tried to be slick but I was just a fool standin around
I hope this is the first song that your heart has ever really heard
Cause I wrote
Well a couple of good friends of mine
Elmo and Patsy
Wrote me and said they'd written the perfect country Christmas comedy
Song.
I said "No
bitch)
These are the tales that I tell so well (Short Dog)
I'm thinking way back, it's been a long long time
In 1980 I wrote my first rhyme
I like
it seriously or you can think it's funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
And I made the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
At odds with the penitentiary as well as the cemetery
Only right I wrote a song made for my brothers
And whether or not you get along with your baby mothers
ain't really learnin'
He been in church but say that he ain't moved by any sermon
His face weak, he ain't prayed in a week
he wake up and just weep
broken
Or just getting by
In the orchards 'round their radio
There's a voice there that's giving them hope
He wrote songs out on Coney Isle
That
was a bad man, had a bad plan, I didn't know what the hell to do,
So I picked up a guitar, saved my money, sold my car and I wrote this song for you,
had a quick talk, didn't go his way
Now I got demons tryna fight every day while my angels sit here an take them away
Man, I wrote this song while I was
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