Lyrics:
on the windowpane
I scratch at the glass and leave the script of your name
I sleep with shadows and I search for your scent
They lay where you lay but can't replace
When you tell me I know everything I
Need to know, you know I always believe
That you're leaving out the best parts
Of the script your soul is writing
the brain
As a lyricist I flip scripts
Way on some different shit
And spit to pick at your
Brain like The Mentalist
Though some bump their guns
Like a tattle
Under a blood red sky warriors of god will die
Followers of the holy script pay the ultimate price
Into the void they fly, a final battle cry
Hear
up)
Ayo, jump off nigga you ain't gone do shit
That ice grill you wearing don't
Scare me you lil' bitch
This ain't no movie script
This is real life
Ayo
Step off the plane, red dust on white Nike
I don't take calls from my ex anymore
I don't write scripts, Spike Lee, no film roll
Come from
a haven, pad to paper, strike the script in zone
Chaotic cracks on palms, just show the lives you're on
My proof in pavement stays to stand and send that
script
And now our touch feels so electric at my fingertips
I wanted to tell ya, I fell in before it's over
And I wanted to make the file before my
all my Tonka toys
You better flip the script and get with this
And if that Buddha don't do ya, then go dippin' (yeah)
Take a walk through this jungle
But let's have no gray script
For the joy of gray men
There must be some brand new ark
To torpedo with our votes
Replace it with ballot paper
shouldn't be this hard
I've seen it on Dr Phil, I know all about it
And no I'm not mad, I just don't wanna play
I know the script and I hate that game
Gotta get on my job
Take it back to the warehouse
Plot back in
A late night escape, hit me on the script
On the hip, gotta dip
Hollering,
This is all from the heart impro no script (yeah)
I'm just about writing it down
So now I don't sleep man I miss those nights
Take planes like trains
live
And now I'm the star for the show
Feels like I'm halfway through the scene
And I never read that script,
Rehearsed the lines or read my bit
Through the night turn and set
Stay fast, a music script
Set a line and drive into a dream
Make it through the night again
Count back from a thousand
shouldn't be this hard
I've seen it on Dr Phil, I know all about it
And no I'm not mad, I just don't wanna play
I know the script and I hate that game
ain't my main dame
I just beat you out the frame
Baby, I'm Hurricane
You gotta stay in yo' lane
Stick to the script of a pimp and follow my gutta
they can get a bite, and write what I write
But they don't know the night
Keeps me and my Clik air tight (right)
All you biters wanna chunk the script
scripts to a-you-t-o-matic
Think about the words of those who want static
Leave 'em lyin' limp in clean free sheets
Long beach, coroner, cling free
a friend or colleague, tell me what was it?
You flipped your script when you got your bullshit budget
You went gold and can't speak no more
Fuck you, your
thick, we split you off, ripped
Nigga, go in your pockets, and I take your chips
Bitch, I flip the script, or straight dip
Steady mobbin' to the next
duchess
Shrouds of frost fall furiusly down... of thee I taste again
Deciphering eternity of its ruined scripts
Of the tenebrious river I pleasantly sip
The same thing that happened in L.A. is gonna happen in Texas
Punk nigga let me start this shit
Flip the script, psycho NIP, conjur Moses here to part this
you'd think of...
Lost in a movie script
With no words left to say
You leave on that plane alone
And there inside a midnight fog
I turn
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