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write these songs alone in my room
All just to forget about you
I write all these songs alone in my room
But I never seem to do
I’m writing these songs in

Oh i like your vibe how can I make you mine
I want to hold you tight and kiss you all night long
When your by my side you want to match my fly
There

can get
Life is beautiful wherever we are
I think it's perfect, you're my person
We prefer acoustic versions
We both like the same color of wine
All we

No Love From Oakland

Too Short

Shorty the Pimp

1992

But I broke your heart and, bitch, I do it again
So young and tender, also fine
Tryin' to get Short Dog all the time
I take what I want, you can keep

I had to take a summer off to undergo the method
I had to take the summer off to write these new records
Was a kid With acoustic
We taking it to new

to pretend
That I'm not
Crushed by this
That I'm not
Holding onto something

Change is inevitable
Resisting against that change
Causes great pain
And I can

booty wiggle
Fresh drink by the pool, I got deep-spirited roots
No matter what you do, you can have your cake and eat it too
Several of the ladies are in

a man's perverse needs

I wrote the book
You wrote the book
We all penned a verse
It became a twisted version of our personal quirks

Why we made it our

bound
I can feel it all coming right now

Battling with all these demons on my own yeah
Sometimes the stress is way too heavy of a load yeah
Sometimes i

what I'm talkin' about?
You know what I'm sayin'?
Um, this is gonna be the first joint I do with like
You know, a rap I did the beat tapes and all

all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about

the oppo-site
But I can't sit 'cause he's In My Dreams
'Cause in No Time, I'll be captured, then you'll see
So is it For The Better? Abuser? You losing your mind?

to rap about it
I guess, I often write a song by my formula
Which is 3 verses followed by 3 choruses
But never open going, yo, yo
When I hear a rapper do

The Incredible True Story

Logic

The Incredible True Story

2015

right here for you
Only for you, depending on what you gonna do
It's all for you
It's all for you

Who am I
So high (so high)
I said they wonder

Nothing can go bad
Once is all I had
So when y'all try to bring it all up
I'ma be the last thing you'd want
Ay, lemme go in this, I can never see the future

to me or even you
It's to the people close to me can you can relate with the people close to you?
Maybe I should ask what am I suppose to do
Instead

The Last Supper

Orlando Pops Orchestra

Broadway Nights with A.L. Webber

1996

Knew that I would make it if I tried
Then when we retire, we can write the gospels
So they'll all talk about us when we've died

You sad, pathetic

The Last Supper

Andrew Lloyd Webber

Jesus Christ Superstar

1970

Knew that I would make it if I tried
Then when we retire, we can write the gospels
So they'll all talk about us when we've died

You sad, pathetic

ultralighted beams
Gotta do more than write poetry to blow off all the steam
Nah mean?

If life is just a dream then let me sleep
I don't wanna see what

Hold tight all the mandem inside the place
This is where it is happening yeah
Skepta, Devilman
This is the big clash right about now
This is how

2022, I explained that “Songs From The Long Road” is essentially 60-year-olds revisiting songs written by 30-year-olds about being 17. The remark was

this thing 
Screw the "I can't write to you, less you write to me"s
I'm bad explaining
Forgive all the cancellations 
But know this wasn't brought by

want you a lot closer to me
Everything you do makes me gladly
Wanna spend my time
With you right by
Everytime I see you
I think about things you and I

this is about is that body I'm pursuing
I'm levitating
So fly
Hunnid bitches in the carpool
I speed by
Gotta hunnid things to do
Not a hunnid drinkin'