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Drawing what I want to see
On my very first book
Drawing what I want to see
On my dirty blueprint

Anvil, anvil, anvil, anvil
What you gonna do with

the light
In an ice cabin you came to finish your book
The boys are coming home from ice fishing
The girls will warm em up
There's a light on in here
There's

Well, I could write a book
I could write a book
With just one-liners
But, I'm just one liar
I could steal a hook
I could steal a hook
And just change

it all out

It’s time to come clean
You know what I mean
I just wanna scream and shout

The abuse I took
Could fill a book
A book that no one will read

some books
Shit kray how you lie
Prolly write some damn good books
It's for you. Not for me
Making stories not my thing
I don't care what it be
Just kno

overlooked
Judged by their covers
Instead of the book
But have I got a story inside
And it's one that I simply can't hide
And I can give you the juice if
You

Yea
Laughin to bank to the bank cus it helps with the depression
Twins on me
One named Smith one named Wesson
I was tryna book my girl a room in

to ask for help
Getting more afraid everyday thinking it'll just all fade away
The books on my walls are the background to my life
In the little pixel

appreciate me noh matta wat I goh all out fi my country  but every time dem got shows dem neva book me but da soh it goh if u drop get right back up dust off

all night
Pickin fights
Lightin shit up
Beer muscled up
Twilight sky
And whiskey rye
Just ain’t enough
Maybe it’s time to pick up the book again
Cleanse

would betray
In this moment
I realize
The one I trusted
Has helped me die
No escaping 
What's written in
The book of life
Just accepting
The spinning

are straight
as a board and the books are so-o-o balanced.
He likes his coffee black, gets a cup sits with us in back.
Has a sweet tooth, he loves Ding

growing I got beards on my face
Did it with no hook but a book and a pen in my hands
Oh my gosh do you still think I'm lame?
Did it with no hook but a book

Best pattern
Best useless hobby
Next chapter
The next book is sloppy
I'm covered in mud
Covered in old timey dissonance
Under the covers
The beds

And I be writing almost every night
I close my book at open mic
Its my delight to deliver a poem twice
Lost at Cee - you see, give me the hype
Lets Go,

Maybe you could have written true crime books
Instead of cooking dinner for me every night
Are your dreams still alive
Don't drag dreams around
I want you

the sink when I forget
We laugh cause we know we're as good as dead

I read my book, and you read yours
Then the lamps click off behind doors
Destined

that's made of rain
cnd I can't believe my ears and eyes

He's feeling all the ride as he gets off the train
The book that he'd been reading there has

the books, but I'm not into novelty
Jot it in notes
That's all that she wrote
Pot full of gold, don't knock it, indulge
Keep getting hot in here, ain't talking

you'll be bone marrow and blood
So that's what you want
So that's what you want
Okay
Throwing out the rhyme books
Rolling up the wire for the microphone

Everywhere that I look
I see another character in a book
And I know, for laymen, it can be so hard to understand that
Truly, you either grandstand

Oh
Cigarette
Book in front
Cat beside
Oh
Cigarette
Beer in hand
Friends around
Oh
Cigarette
Music loud
Looking down
Oh
Cigarette
Sunsets pass
Whoa oh

the wings unfold only naturally

In the wasted years when they followed as a clown
Any cause of a frown would never really matter now
Cos if the book's never

Books spread on my bedroom floor
No friends to visit me deep in august 
They all went to the shore

One time my teacher asked me 
"Do you work