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Wrote a letter
Promising that I'll get better
But I really don't feel alright
Sat down and all I do is
Start to frown until
These tears came out my

I wouldn't drop
Cause there ain't no one in this world that can get me to stop
I'll reach the tip of the top and attack whoever is hot
And if they

nothing makes me feel like much of nothing anymore

I was all set up to do it but some bastard beat me to it
Ain't a copper pipe left on the lot
Got

Another night passin' time on my own some
All by my lonesome again 
If I'd a match I'd light me a candle
And write me a scandal that ends in amen
In

to express what I'm feeling
Borrowing knowledge and giving it back to the children
I worry about them for real
Cause most of you humans ain't real Infatuated

duuude
can lose you
By bahama boom its a blunt like woo
Know my nomber write it down like a homie
Cauze i gat a gun
Ima feel good
all i really need is

Now is the time to go to sleep
There's nothing else to do
And outside you don't wanna be
There is a whole world to explore
Just by going through

Realize that now is not close to his time
You told me "I love all the shit that you write."
In your last text to me but I failed to reply

Holding your hand

Maybe 'ewe should write one too
It's easy this is what 'ewe do...
Find a crowd that likes to sing
Find a team that's born to win
Then 'ewe can stand there

So You Wanna Go Back to Egypt

Keith Green

So You Wanna Go Back to Egypt

1980

he is?
Well it's true that God works lots of miracles
But Moses thinks they're all his

Oh we're having so much trouble even now
Why'd he get so

but we want each other 
And we gone fuck until we sober
And do it again 

I could be the devil 
Still gone write you love songs 
More so fuck you right

niggas be acting
Spending your last dollar on some J's for fashion
I used to fantasize about getting money
But when you getting money all your niggas

privacy
And oh you know it carried all the memories and all the stuff you know
Imagine I'd be still in love with writing songs about my losses
Stay awake,

peace just by writtin em down 
Turn on the beat and I feel out sound
Write how im feelin sounds that i'm hearing
See Music is more than a sound its

the deceased
We stack up branches, smoke the leaves
Eyes to ones who can't park with ease
Stack - you - up
Hold you hostage
I flip the switch and write my shit

heating dabs and eating greasy scraps
An expert in living cheaply grind 5 to 9 or
Die inside the office roll the dice and then i write the sonnets
Bet my

by having people hear our song
They try to say that we can't play but they don't know what music is
And when they speak and criticize all I hear is

I've always felt so insecure
About myself then I found a cure
But it keeps on getting worse
Now I can barely write a verse
My brain is slowing down

I am still vulnerable when you come my way 
 Ive tried to move on all alone, I wanted to write off you and me 
 Couldnt escape from your sweetest

Bread
Candlesticks
Trees
And then some fishes
Elevated mind-state
Is twisted on this mission
I can't think straight
But I'm meditate
Forgiveness
Allah be

I have nothing You need, just a lot to hide
So why am I still here with You by my side
All I do is mess up, do the wrong thing
Instead of shining

straights
If I'm not owning the curves then I guess I'll own the game
I went MIA for 6 months that part of me is dead
I write and talk about what I want so

All three hundred sixty-five
Not to mention family ties, getting tighter
Every night I, turn up by myself and write a
Banger, light a jay up, home grown

that life I been living wit
Same life I can't get over wit
So let me narrate my own script
Let me narrate my own script
This too much for me to write