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the day
Oh dear father I thank you for this
I'm writing this song on your desk
Together we can make it through the day
See me fallen, yeah, down
stand up for the day.
Oh dear father I thank you for the years.
I'm writing this song on your desk.
Together we can make it through the day.

See me
of writing
It's just like beating on desks in lunch period
Schemes, I got a myriad, the game I'm 'bout to marry it
Still witty, might have been lacking in
stay all afternoon?

I burned your incense
I ran a bath
I noticed a letter that sat on your desk
It said:
'Hello, love.
I love you so, love.
ass down
Well I'm mad at my desk and I'll be writing all curse words
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
You're a headless
Eric's room gets too small one night
(he) takes his whole apartment outside
down at his desk he sits and writes
under a streetlight

Orange going off on the town
I've got posse bonanza to beat your ass down

I'm mad at my desk and I'm writing all curse words
Expressing my aggressions
met the cutest guy in my neighborhood
Isn't that exciting?
I dreamt all night, I got a secret note
But that's alright cause I knew his writing

Hey I
in this Dickensian
Office above the small printing presses, sits Mr. Bates, middle
Aged, meticulous, writing with a gold barreled fountain pen. He's
And they trick themselves, dream about waking up. 
So we fold like paper. 
Into a desks top drawer, something I was writing. 
Into a tunnels dark mouth,
has stopped writing
And you don't know what to say

What's right I can't see
(This time I'm headed for the door)
What is wrong with me
I can see
and found exactly what you would expect.
The clothes I left on my floor, the papers piled on my desk.
But where the ink is wet, the cause, effects, what's
It's still so dark because it's
Still so early and the
Chipper little girlie at the front desk doesn't mind at all
These phony living rooms
a substitute I guess 
'Cause she told me take my desk and

(There goes my heart) 
There goes my heart 
(I guess we were meant to be part)
I guess it wasn't
wanna live my life this way. No!
Picture me behind a desk, picture that a nine to five I ain't into that, I'm into rap and I don't see me getting
oughtta change their clothes 
Oh these girls are angels apparently god lives in seattle. 
Jathan is the ceo in a desk of air, salute the aliens before
checks, and the last thing he wants is you to
Move the desk to the basement, and can I have this stapler?"
"Hey there champ, big boss man says you been
another dollar from that 9 to 5
Yeah, you living but ask yourself, are you really alive?
I work outside, I work with food, I work behind the desk
wasn't living like that
We used to kick back smoke a sack
Every now and then but usually
he was in the house with his pen
Writing raps that all the homies
That's when he stood up, wiped his tears, walked over to his desk
And got a pen and a notepad
He just couldn't see it getting any better

Before I place M-60 right between your eyes (Yaips!) 

Cause now ya'll got me mad as hell 

And all you jealous pens' writing tattle tales