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I write my lyrics on parking tickets and summons to the court
I scribbled this on an application for county support
I practice this

Fading lights, street signs, paint lines, and the moonlight
I'm at it again
Falling face down, hate how
Taste, sound, late nights, dreams,

the future is calling me
Changing my plans when my choices catch up to me
Guess I’ve had enough of me, let me come down
I’ve been sitting on my soapbox,

choose not to
Cuz I love em
Cuz it hurts
Being an empath is a curse
But being emotionless is worse
I write a verse
Not talking bout no specific person
Just

and now I'm clean now 
We was on our way down 
Found another wave now 
Love so strong yeah we make up and we work it out
Ready for whatever give me pain

I don’t wanna come down 
I just wanna be gone

Sometimes I wanna fly away
Pack my bags and just up and leave
Find a little hideaway
Cuz even Superman

New Nail Bed

Big D and the Kids Table

Punk Rock Mix Tape 2006

2006

And someone please tell me we didn't write this song

[Chorus]
Now I can't even tell
I can't even tell
The difference between
You her friend and her

so take me

Whenever I get stressed out, all I do is drink
Bottle after bottle got me leanin' by the sink
And I ain't about to slow down anytime soon
I drink

the facts straight
We can go, oi mate, to shanked face, fast pace
I'm the Nile crocodile in the grass blades
Rip 'em up blood pours down the cascade
I

shit
This is my destiny ill write this shit
No I can’t believe this
Someone wake me from this dreaming
You was my angel you a demon
My god why people so

out of crumbs if I must
I was down in the mud low ground now I'm up
Made forty thousand for nothing two hundred thousand a month
My shorty brought

and coffin planned (talk to 'em)
Pussy, on my lap is the FN (ha)
Is you down to slide? That's the only question (yeah)

Yo, Now is you rollin' with me,

The heavy head wears a crown
But it's never going to bring me down
'Cause I don't need it
I don't need it
The heavy head wears a crown
But it's

Under Pressure

El Da Sensei

New York State of Rhyme

1999

Yo, yo, yo, check it
I make the past dash for the post to most indeed
My dough speeds approve feed, what I believe top seed
I write scrolls like

vow that I will beat them when
I drop, search my mentions for some hot
Look through beats and then I cop
Write a sixteen that's gon' pop
Then my chest

the equivalent of Bruce Lee
(Waaah) if he write this
I smack fire out the mic all day
Sinister Groove shit
(Ooh-wops) is cocked and fightin' you on
My cruise ship

better know your rights
Can't be playin' with certain niggas
They'll take your life
Unc' still catchin' bricks
He think he Jerry Rice ridin' down the Mile

from the Eastside of the city
Where things are known to go down
Spit a round with my lyrics
I’m hitting it from the ground
Let me pound
Barney Artist rep

stand 
I'm gonna make it 
You just gotta take it 
cin't gotta hate it 
That I'm that man
These streets ain't nun 
They made to hold ya down 
It takes

If I slit my wrist off and I couldn't write, I probably still be makin' hits
So let me think, y'all probably getting ticked off
Maybe I am right,

you wasn't just wishin'
I knew that deep down, I probably should'a never fucked with these bitches
Such an addiction for what, some fuckin' slut in

Yeah
Ayo
Turn the music up in my headphones
There ya go
Yeah
Yeah
I'm countin' down from the clock
It's only me in this bitch, and I got my gat

and quit
Passin' me, I know you won't
You gon' see me lose control
Once I hit that overdrive
You'll sit back down and do what you're told
I ain't bein'

a distance
But always stayed close
I wept about our business
You always gave me hope
Built us up
Just to break us down
You set us up
Then you broke us down
You