Lyrics:
I write it in a song, I even get up on the stage
I'm still invisible, well...invisible
I say to hell with my pride, I haven't got a thing
Listen to the radio late at night
Kind of makes me wonder
If everyone has the same urges to hear the old songs
We used to make fun of
Music
to write
Since I'm obviously such a horrible, annoying distraction to him
What's he gonna be like when we have kids?
And once again
Why am I working so
I'm Magic Johnson's
death in a box with Jordan's pops that ass'll never take another
breath
'cause, I write the songs like Barry Manilow
I like my
hindsight is inspiring what I write
Maybe I'm just a fly, getting blinded by this light
Renew my new song like
'Cause I can finally buy the price
Maybe
used to be long life
Do anything right for you
I can't stand by, live a lie with you
Cause there'll never be another one
Hear my song, hear my
the words to write this song
To get me back on top where I belong. But I'm not over you yet.
I must be having fun all wrong
That river run was a whole lot
there'll be a
Time when you can look
Me in the eye
Now I write these words just
To keep it clear
In a jaded song you won't
Ever hear
I never wanted
a Wonderful Life' on TV!
You want to produce films and write songs?
You need somewhere to do it!
It's what we used to dream about
Think twice before you
Write a song, right a wrong
Earth Day, go away
Send some cash and I'll save your soul
They're all self entitled
And they're calling the shots,
You're
And if I'd ever write a love song
I would sing it just for you
And you would show me where I belong
I'll be your man my whole life through
What's
a verb
Not a noun but let me decipher the code
I find to get down
You wouldn't believe it we
Write shit like this
Everything from thug niggas to
Rich white
With the slate clean let's break dreams
Drown him in debt by eighteen
And as he's still suffocated in the portrait
Let's sell him a house
'cause we know
We find our songs
In fashion magazines
We read the story
In the morning paper
I touch their hearts
And they touch my skin
I'm on your screen
Who whispers ?word?
Smiling and giving thanks, living in doubt no longer
As she figures out the riddle to the song
Saying why must we suffer now
you threw it all away
They said you don't know what you got until it's all gone
I wish I never had to sit down and write this song
But, baby girl,
old school drops on gold feet
Roll sweets wit the bomb in it
Smokin' on bomb spinach
Ride by you wit the 100 spokes spinnin'
No linen, I'm just thugged
just need to find songs we want to hear
The sounds been making my blue eyes go gray all these years
I'm suffocating now
I overdosed somehow on my
off
Write a new song
Call it "Shame" and claim its indelible truths
Play the victim
Be a shithead
Throw the blame at anyone coming for you
'Cause
away
But I came back anyway
Some people get married and have children
Others write songs
Sometimes they marry too
I've walk these streets so many times
The drives may be long but your radio works
Your back seat is filled up with all of your books
You brought your keyboard in case you write a song
Retired,
cheek weather, cold red cheek weather
Love
I'm loosing my mind
Over the concept of you by my side
I'm singing songs that write you gotta be mine
Behind
Waiting for you
So tell me love
Oh how many songs
Shall I write
To make you smile
’Til midnight
’Til forever
I’m here to love you
I’ll follow the way
sleep indeed
I'll write this sad song the wrong way
and leave out the happy ending
Six more weeks till we're one again
it seems I'll never get there
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