Lyrics:
yourself but there's no turning back
Trying to find a reason to keep your feet on this track
Some people they don't understand I never play by the rules
with them angels
Never be forgotten as I'm writing over violins
I feel alone like I'm on my own island
I think about my nigga every day
Like I'm
And I'm steady making gains like I angel invest
Fuck the stress, I'll be damned if I settle for less
Living life day by day, you gotta trust what's next
So we got straight to the heart
And I was a coward and worse to my shame
I fell hard upon the weightless weeks
And wasted every day
'Til you
Like Tyson loves Cus D'amato
So on them days you feelin' real bad
Think of the best freak that you've ever had
Garlic tipped, and they love to hollow
Other sides get more peeled hit by street teams
Big paybacks and police beatings
I can't replace my home with peacefull silence
But my roots
You kill me with your smelly fingers
Your smelly fingers from the sex you had on Christmas Day
And now you say you're feeling guilty
You're
It seems like you're doing better these days
Even though things are falling apart
I know it's brutal working minimum wage
It's like you're finished
I'm not sure how you find me
I don't know why you stayed
Since the night I met you I've been
Fist-fighting with fate
You know you were an angel
seen
And some I never knew
There were people dressed in rainments
Of an uncertain hue
And the chances I thought I'd had
Many I'd missed
There were
This is the realest shit I ever wrote, what's fear?
Fear is an emotion what is death?
Dark and mysterious art of a lyricist misguided angel I'm
time to think it over, slower
You're only getting older
Take all day
Let your rationale rash away
Meanwhile, ill stay, imprisoned by your mistakes
to Jackson Square
I met you on Decatur Street
With your little bare feet and your violin
I was walking by with my guitar in my hand
You smiled at me
are days we can't kick it
You used to be an angel
Nowadays you're straight wicked
She's not a sight to see
Baby's evil to the core
I'm starting to get
(Word Up)
(Hightower on the boards, knah what I'm sayin, my man Mo)
(Yo, but, there is a lot of negativity flowing through hip-hop these
days
to hell
Shit still on a scale 'cause
My mixtape doin' sorta well
I can still win a Cy Young
The moment the pie come try some
You'll be Harlem shaking till
Often on, till the break of light
All hands in the air but
This is not a stick-up
I'm dropping jewels hoping some knowledge
That ya can pick up
Lord I don't do this near enough I know
And I'm driving so that's why my eyes ain't closed
I wanna start by saying thanks for all I have
But this
I. Inner Fire
On wings of wind, our words take flight
And find hearts as they go by.
I'll supply the answer
If someone's full of fright
screaming in the night
That old problem child of the world today
The Middle Eastern adolescent sulking its way
Into the safety of the Angel Isle
One day
screaming in the night
That old problem child of the world today
The Middle Eastern adolescent sulking its way
Into the safety of the Angel Isle
One day
purgatory, the story described by the Catholics?
Or Nirvana that Buddhists honor in both theory and practice?
Like I study in my college philosophy classes
Soul
It is floating over some grayish magenta,
Watching me losing conscience from a good distance
Solaris is dimly shinning, and is
Desperately
a midsize,
When angels dance on thimbles
And I'm a drummer out of work,
never nimble with the symbols
I said, "Some infinite mercy might do me"
She looked
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