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It's alright to tell me
What you think about me
I won't try to argue
Or hold it against you
I know that you're leavin'
You must have your reason

I carbon copy me
History repeats I seek through speech odyssey
Blood splattered data no matter I carbon copy me
Easily sprayin’ alpha ray aimin’

instrumentals with no loops bar none they hear the bars and go numb I bar tend this is a bargain I set the price with a barcode gun barbeque words with a charcoal

lots of living through these years and all we ever found was heaven
People tell me many things love's a rock and love has wings – but all I know it’s

I DON'T KNOW YOUR NAME OR WHERE I'M SUPPOSED TO HAVE MET YOU,
BUT I KNOW THAT YOU THINK I DO.

I CAN TELL BY THE WAY YOU'RE TALKING,
YOU'RE CONFUSING

I DON'T KNOW YOUR NAME OR WHERE I'M SUPPOSED TO HAVE MET YOU,
BUT I KNOW THAT YOU THINK I DO.

I CAN TELL BY THE WAY YOU'RE TALKING,
YOU'RE CONFUSING

I DON'T KNOW YOUR NAME OR WHERE I'M SUPPOSED TO HAVE MET YOU,
BUT I KNOW THAT YOU THINK I DO.

I CAN TELL BY THE WAY YOU'RE TALKING,
YOU'RE CONFUSING

on visiting day
And leave them in a vase on the table
The nurses love me  - say they want me to stay
I wink and tell them I’m just not able

The doctors say

on visiting day
And leave them in a vase on the table
The nurses love me  - say they want me to stay
I wink and tell them I’m just not able

The doctors say

me but by most, I'm feeling slept on.
Having joy and staying pure they don't bet on.
On. No. 
Take it back to the Garden, sweet as sangria.
Marveling

everyone I followed were to follow me too,
What would I do?
Would I suddenly learn to see?
Could you blatantly tell all about me,
Should you need to know

distracted by rules
Fears
Well the storyteller reaches back
Tells the diverted story to prepare the listeners for more
I have encountered many diversions from

your life's an instrumental you might get in tune
Open your eyes and decipher the rune
This shit ancient Rome - Hi, my name is tribune
I speak for

I guess they find it too fucking cheesy
Like a big mac rotting in their backseat
This beat is instrumental to the mental
Gotta get the weight off my

July 31st, year was 1997
Doctors held me in they arms
Moms knew I was a legend
And on these instrumentals
I'm an instrument from heaven
Blessed by

when it's time to hit the streets
tell me where they are at
It's not the kingdom that they seek
But where the wages at
The house of God will be the first

Michael
But hey same shit nothing new

My learning curve's exponential don't know about them their brain small as a lentil
I gotta hop on instrumentals this

I DON'T KNOW YOUR NAME OR WHERE I'M SUPPOSED TO HAVE MET YOU,
BUT I KNOW THAT YOU THINK I DO.

I CAN TELL BY THE WAY YOU'RE TALKING,
YOU'RE

I DON'T KNOW YOUR NAME OR WHERE I'M SUPPOSED TO HAVE MET YOU,
BUT I KNOW THAT YOU THINK I DO.

I CAN TELL BY THE WAY YOU'RE TALKING,
YOU'RE

Palpitations beating strong they tell me how to make the song
Plenty paths have tapered off but paper doesn't last for long
Soaking up the wavs and keeping logs

up in the sky
I got to tell you something
Girl, open your mind, let me get in your mental
Fuck the beat, I don't need no instrumental
It's just you

deceived by emotions
Montana I fronted you some packs and you told the world that i'm bogus
I ain't gone lie that shit hurt me
But on this side its still

hope it doesn't get to a point where I feel like I need you 
(Mmm) I can tell you're interested, it was suggested by the way that you're looking at me

do, I'll always be my Daddy's Girl

Instrumental

Well my Daddy he told me to find myself a man
A clean-cut boy that'll do the best he can
So I brought