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Penning my thoughts in my new journal
Head out the box but I'm not Virgil
King, and a boss, I'm the new colonel
Ask about me and you'll get referral
Calling

with these sorta pockets
It's four o'clock in the morning
I'm more than novice
My journal is really pandora's box or a portal
A door to Valhalla, you're

posted and let the distortion
From what pours in
From the potion begin to soak in
This cruel worlds got ya locked up in a box
All in my journal clone

myself in anime and started writing these lines

I can't dwell on what I have and have-nots 
A middle-class kid from the country picking up the box 
Kinda

Pressed in a book, like a love that won't fade,
In the box of memories, our history's laid.

In a corner, a journal filled with dreams,
A younger me, with

Knock em out
(Chorus) ×4
Knock em out the box
Knock em out
Knock, knock 'em out the box
Knock em out
Verse 1
We kick science,
defiance,
To drop storm

guardian angel can you save me from INFERNO (yeah)
My money up so I guess I'm alright like a journal(uh huh)
I'm staying up I guess these pills made me

I wrote yo name down in a journal
I thought our love was so eternal
I stand high like I was the colonel
But you played me again, what do you know?

Journal for your face
But it's always absent
There he go, that's him eating flan and ambrosia
Watch on his arm, golden, laughin'
Try to get his

Heaterz

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Forever

1997

Kinetic globes light when it shine, burns your retina
Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster
Before and after, I be Self Lord And Master

I be

but you can't hold the truth back
Got the block hot like somebody dropped a lot of food stamps
But you stay inside and just hot box in front of a cool

less weird
For a man in his 20s to hold dear
But no one gets sad when their journal flops
So who am I to judge those I put in a box
Promise that you'll

Who You Think I Am?

MF Doom

Operation: Doomsday

1999

the last days of the countdown, shit is just that drastic
Write journals, like they use the prophets, study math like a Aztec

Loved not for who you think

What to Keep and What to Throw Away

Mary Chapin Carpenter

Ashes and Roses

2012

the pockets
Find a crumpled note there
It says "milk and Sunday paper"
And a heart smudged in blue ink
Fold it up and box it before you've time to think

(Yo Michael, can I use your journal real quick?)
Okay
Okay
Okay
Come and dance with me
Come and dance with me
Come on let's get it
Stop and take

saying homie
Hot box nah I'd rather smoke it where the wind blowing trees dancing water flowing come and fly with me man
Call the law I'm just doing what I

to another level cause I’m reaching for the top
I’m grabbin all these lines and I’ll put em with a lock, you can not
Step to me I will throw you in a box, pull

it clap I’m tryna beat
The box up like I beat the beat then feed you plan B
Girl I know you needin this Dick
Ain’t a pimp but I’m talkin dat slick
Said

I got a box of roses, I ain't even give them to you I was second guessing myself
Love will do some strange things
Have you run out of breathe
Time

One Brick

Aesop Rock

Labor Days

2001

factory eyelids
Slingin bottled prosperity for the kamikaze colonels
Yeah rocks the match that burned the Nazi journals
And plottin verticals amidst

suppressed
Cut through your cold crew like a saw blade
Then up at Mr chow's eatin' saute

Jersey Journal
Where the next signal infernal
And eat chicken with

Timmy
Bitches see I got a puppy want to have kids with me
Woof
Sorry I'm taken
Wifey been slayin
I just been mastering music and gamin
Don't try to box me

rearranged
Where they heart should lay is krang
Live in glass box don’t
Try to rock with us
Last ones that did it
Lie in hospitals
Got to sign up to visit
When

there's not 
Don't go riding the wave they don't know where to stop
I'm giving life lessons so grab you a journal and jot 
I don't want you to rot 
So I'm