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Hook

Can we talk about it?
Can we work it out.
Can we talk about it
Can we work it out. 
I wanna start a new 
Baby just me and you. 

Can we talk

Yes, I'm livin' the dream, homie, can't nothing compare
I'm so up, I'm stuck in midair, I'm lovin' it, yeah
It's like these people are steps now, all

high
Damn another year just went by
Three sixty five
Gone one blink of the eye
Gone
What you gonna do when the pills gone
Can't even write me a new song

to go beast wit it this my era
I will not lose this is what I do
I do it my way won't abide by your rules
Don't need the blueprint I'm the proof
If I

it 
You remind me of my past and all those times that I was hungry 
Yeah this flame will never last if I don't pop out doin' numbers 

So I took her

billing cause them is my niggas they get the safe, know all of my niggas is keeping it wit em, there’s no discussion I keep ‘em straight, 30’s on 30’s no

a nigga, that do anything for money
(Yeah, yeah yeaahhhh)

I can't say it's me, cause it's something that's guiding me, something inside of me, I wanna see
I

the coldest nights
I ain't leaving my gun this my only life
Gotta live like I know it's mine
Who gon' be there by my side
I can only speak for my nine
Maybe

thought you wasn't home
So I decided to go in and was all alone
So now I lay in your bed and fantisize about everything I wanted to do to you
How would I

Do whatever for da gang ain't no doubt about it
My bitch so bad looking oh so pretty
Got a lot of money on me from the burbs to the city
When I

out, there's something i don't want to see
And it's all up in my feed, thanks a lot

So you got a boyfriend now we all can pretend that you never ever

Mr. Reporter [Outtake; Take]

The Kinks

Good Luck Charm [Bootleg]

Hey, Mr. Reporter, 
How 'bout talking about yourself? 
Do you like what you're doing, 
Or is it that you can do nothing else? 

Hey, Mr.

Mr Reporter

The Kinks

Arthur (Or the Decline and Fall of the British Empire)

1969

Hey, Mr. Reporter,
How 'bout talking about yourself?
Do you like what you're doing,
Or is it that you can do nothing else?

Hey, Mr. Reporter,

Hey, hey, hey you
Look girl yea, yea, what we finna do
Cause it's Saturday night
And we chilling by the pool
Mixed signs from me and I

when I was right by you
Like damn I really wish they wasn't right bout you
Uhh capping saying you had it all for me
You mean dirty like police now my

for?
Think about it for a second, I reckon it must strike you
This a question with no simple equation
Try to break it all down
But let me ask twice, if

bitchin
Through it
Leave it alone and do it,
It's all about the music man
I pack a bong with a song and hit the minivan
Kickin live, writing rhymes
Thats

It's All Real

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

The Art of War [Clean]

1997

cause the devil was stressing my mind 
messing with my mind nigga
Bone don't know every day they lie 
Turn to realize that everyday I can do it if I only

babe

Tell me, what can I say?
What am I gonna do?
How should I feel when everything is you?
What kind of love is this that you're givin' me?
Is it

still 
Cos nothing hurt like us 

Baby you were the love of my life 
Been thinking about it lately and I'm 
Sorry for leaving this all behind 
Do you

sure as 1 2 3
But when she's talking to another dude I just can't breathe
It's just like me, to worry bout the little things
But all the stress is

control
An aimless mirror to what people deal with at home
They can see within I've missed the mark
Let's just call it a sin
Adolescence
Ad hominems
Such

the reason why I been depressed
Every birthday I'ma wreck
Therapy to get it off my chest
I'm so hurt, I'm tryna do my best
I can never seem to handle death

the spreading all these lies
hoping it makes me die
I hate when she cry’s
I tell her we can make it by
She’s always by my side
I love it when we watch the sky
I