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should already Know
I hit you up, but u didn't pick up the Phone 
That's why ima do this alone
I put my time in this just to write a Song
When I make it

I wrote a letter
But it sounded so plain
So I wrote a song
And I hope you won't complain
And I had a thought
That I was too afraid to say
So I sang

You Decorated My Life

The Heptones

Swing Low

1985

All my life was a paper once plain, pure and white.
Till you moved with your pen changin' moods now and then
till the balance was right
Then you

Fuck a handout u ain’t did shit fa me
Prolly show love can’t trust nobody
Got my own friends tryna count my pockets
All white ghost got me feelin like

the mother of my kids
It's you
It's you
And this I write to you this song
To prove myself that i was wrong when I see
There's no love in this world
That could

Lunch Time Cypher

Hopsin

Knock Madness

2013

your songs sound like skittles and rainbows?
That's a dead giveaway you love and listen to Wayne bro
I'm sick and deranged when I'm spitting this

to you to hold your own as David or thanos


I stay fly and hold my grounds and it’s all wonders 

How I’m coping with change since I’m off balance 


Been

before you came along.
I'm so glad to have you as my friend.
We should go for mud wrestling or even write that song
'Bout what it's like to be so big

Radio says hark
Behold label-less, unstableness, but ableness
To show you how it's done
Shit was made in a basement hun
All by me for fun
I write poems

loose ends
Signed some artifacts
Twenty eighteen in the siren's song
And I drove through hard facts

I knew I'd write this song
And it sounds so

loose ends
Signed some artifacts
Twenty eighteen in the siren's song
And I drove through hard facts

I knew I'd write this song
And it sounds so

loose ends
Signed some artifacts
Twenty eighteen in the siren's song
And I drove through hard facts

I knew I'd write this song
And it sounds so

loose ends
Signed some artifacts
Twenty eighteen in the siren's song
And I drove through hard facts

I knew I'd write this song
And it sounds so

across the land 
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand

Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm

Do Dat

Petey Pablo

Diary of a Sinner: 1st Entry

2001

getting robbed
I got two more verses for you (huh)
this ain't just to an individual person
These questions here for all of ya

[Hook]
I can write a song

This is a simple song, gonna write it for a friend
My shirt is inside out, I'm messy with the pen
He met Margaret on our rooftop, she was wearing

The future shows it's apprehensive face
(But now, Francis, what the hell
Do you do now, francis?)
Quite a different song must be sung
When the singer is no

I write the words I live by
Author on creation high
Pen making vibes
Writing lines
Since I was nine
I'm looking for like minds
Think I found my peace

Lyrics:

I could paint a perfect picture for you
But would you know that the sky was blue
If nobody told you? told you…

I could write a love song

the name
When it's Too $hort baby, ain't nothing plain
Dangerous Music on the microphone
Makes you want to break your hip bone
Might break your leg,

my own zone
Where you cant go
And cant you cant see
Buy you just know

But I miss things
Like my wifey
And my baby 
And my nikes
And my white ts
And my

Winter Wonderland/Silver Bells/White Christmas

Carpenters

Christmas Collection

1998

Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And my all your Christmases be white

plays me, I just write, the right lines
While keeping tight, the ones stuck, by my side-

Who said this is easy? This is just how I learned to move-

street drug jive

"Hey white boy, what ya doing uptown
Hey white boy, you chasing our women around?
'Pa pa pardon me sir
Nothing could be farther from my