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Joanlee - "cbout 'Em” 

Written by: Joanlee

INTRO:
Sometimes, life can put you through so many situations
cnd some of those times, 
Can stick with

Side Manila
Born from brokenness, surrounded by quitters
Grew up picking pieces of my broken self
Finding peace
'cause I feel like there's nothing left

No suicide
I'm a take on life head first
You wont find me in a hearse
Keep my name out your curses
I'm outta pocket but you ain't
Diggin in your

bring it sing it bring it now sing it
Bring it to me right now
Yo dj drop this
Guna show them how

First of all let me start by saying
cs you hear this

frightened few words from my love after the line went dead
Earlier that month, I had discovered that TommyTinyPenis's line had been changed in
Its response,

by my manipulation
Tell em I'm the worst, so there'll be no savin
But get me mad, That's a whole new story
You might be a critic, but death is my glory

took advice
I'd be looking nice
But I'd rather fail at being me than succeed in being your copyright
Twisted perception
This is your first lesson
They

I'm surrounded by blood spillas 
Motherfuckers about scrilla 
Giving nothing but love nigga 
In this land of troubled souls 
All for one how we roll

by the strange
Then maybe some change would start pouring in
Then maybe some kids won't feel like I did
Then maybe my momma will love me again
Like

some jerk chicken on
Before this spliff is gone I'm gon'
Stop at the bud spot
This J makin' me feel Jamaican
What the blood clot
I'm from a drug block

that makes me feel alive…

I want him as my first “I love you,”
Want him to kiss me in the rain,
I want to hear “I’ve been thinking of you,”
I want

but tryna mask it
Shit I'm that nigga from my side, why lie?
Big dog stand like a high rise to you small fires
You can't match it, I know how it feels

You your daddy's son, yo, first I hear the beat
I-I get- trap-a-holics mixtape
I'm a real big baller cause I-
Like a light show making big money

Why it feel like I'm losin' even when I'm winnin'?
Every single mornin' different women crawlin' out my linen
Got me sinnin' at an all-time high

Cold soul you know everybody loves you
Even so you can't see the way you're s'posed to go
You know everything that glitters isn't gold
Their faces

this
Trip with all my friends
Look again and they gone (and they gone) 
That's the cost (that's the cost)
All I know is that I'm
Surrounded by all this

Eddie Ho, Eddie Ho
Bitch I got red eyes, smoke until I'm numb, till I can feel my heart
Pain in my soul, can't go I bet I'm thinking how I die

backs
That stretch as
Far as the eye can see
"Stereotype alert" typical IC3

But I love wavey beats too
Cause first and foremost
I can get to your soul
So

I want to pull strings like Jimi Hendrix
Blow minds like Kurt Cobain
Open doors like Jim Morrison
I want the whole world to know my name by twenty

the crowd walk by, just a little ( That's the story)
Oh that's the story of, that's the glory, the glory, the glory, the glory of love

And as long as there's

And that’s enough, trust me
To make it underneath all of the
Fear where the love be
That’s where I’m tryna go
And I'd love company
So whatever feel inevitable

the sermon preacher
Burning MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa
You tried to get a squad, they was like oh no
Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny Bono
I

demons 
And I did it all on my own 
So I could say fuck you to niggas that's thinking I need em'
Could tell by your energy that you ain't real like a book

and I'm gone stick to it
Everyday constantly growing I know this life tough, exotic smoke only you can tell by the puff
I make love to the pussy sometimes I