Lyrics:
as son
Welcome...
So, permit me to borrow your ears for a while;
As your mind paint pictures of my past.
This is the tales of my home.
When shall I see
sister's leaning down like she want that shit
Yeah She want that shit
Worldwide songs for the reckless kids
Hustler now and hustler tomorrow fuck the past
Even if you are around
I know too much about myself
But that won't stop me from downward spirals and seeking help
I'm borrowing a phrase
A song I wrote
MANY MEMORIES AND BOOZE ON MY BREATH| THE SAME OLD THREE QUESTIONS WHEN WHERES AND WHYS| THE WANT TO FORGET YOU FOR ONE LAST TIME|||CHORUS:|||TAG:
The Cursed Muse
I'm weary, I'm weak, I am longing for sleep,
I gave all I had to give.
But given the choice, for the song in your voice,
In
Believe me I've got more
Leave your life
To live mine
Dare to cross the old lines
Whisper songs into your ears
While you're asleep
I'm
a corpse to exploit
Cause the media made millions off
Of protests for George Floyd
That's called ad revenue
They make cash selling you
All the crap
Yeah
This song is dedicated to all the average joes out there in The world
Trying to get their money
Check it out
Uhh, I go by the name Chris
Woke up
wheels
Every time I heard news of you
And the wound was in every lousy song on the radio
And the pain was like a tree-fern in the dark, damp,
[Z-Ro]
Forgive me for my sins, cause I'm not perfect
Just trying to get it like I live, but is it really worth it
Niggas done fell to my heater,
And so are my views i need you to give me
The strength to go on a reason for hope
And writing this song
song
Don'tcha know that
Sittin' on a throne won't make you king
Starin' at the phone won't make it ring
Tryin' not to lose won't win no game
[Chorus]
And God I want to know why
Whoever said it was painless
Should try and be famous
You know I'm just livin' life
But nothings for free
Lets see
on
And left me for singin the same ol song
Lovin her right
And doin her wrong...Baby
Chorus:
Everybody wants to be somebody
Everybody wants to have
doggone tired
If I continue I'm done for
I get my death by grind
Too busy chasin' that good life
To live the one I'm in
Won't you throw me something baby
I
With this I'm scrapin' by
at least it's cute that I tried
I wrote some songs that I sung
and have you heard I am so young? and who my parents are?
Hook
I show ya how to do it now hommie, 'cause its ok, got the spirit all over this music, put all of the guns away, I keep it gully for the streets
Provisionally 'I', practically alive
Mistook sign for signified
And so since I've often tried
To run them off a cliff like Gadarene swine
wrong|There's no sign saying time to move on|How do I know, well you're singing this song|It's not the right time, it's not the right time|It's not the right
I'll invite my authorities over
We actually making a bill ah a song by the way
Everyone has contributed i mean
We have a female rapper here when last did
home
All the times I've been by, almost seen you at night
All the songs I could write about the time it took
Coming under your spell, just like an old
strong
And by the grace of the witch
I bring to you this song: hear the people say
Hear the people say: hear the people say
Hear the people say, just
of the gospel singers
Up through the songs where the dead live on
Up, up, up
What did you lose my friend
What did you lose my friend
What did you lose my
don't remember that
Stuck at dawn falling fast like the weather
Sing a song in a way that you never did before
Oh, the screens have all gone black
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