Lyrics:
This song was inspired, by all the important women in my life
My motha, my sista
And I'd like to dedicate it, to all y'all
[Chorus]
Just keep holdin
closing
So we figure that I'll make it on my own
But we'll meet the year we're sixty-two
And travel the world as old friends do
And tell each other
15 years old we was chilling in the park
2. Only time I felt myself was when I’m high after dark
3. Never had money for shoes, never stepped inna
Under Thatcher's unfeeling guidance the scenario is one year early.
With the cold mechanism of the pin ball arcade
We're flicked around as numbers by
of y'all fuck with my nigga Busta Rhymes and if you fucking fuck with my nigga Busta Rhymes I'ma slap you in your fucking face my damn self.
Yeah tape slap
fights with fisticuffs
Get pissed enough to miss the bus
It disgusts me to see my folks run up on
I say stand up on this section of time marked
fights with fisticuffs
Get pissed enough to miss the bus
It disgusts me to see my folks run up on
I say stand up on this section of time marked
Or intimidated by me and my intelligence i
Like to read because it fills my
Brain with knowledge that I
Definitely need to
Keep going on throughout daily life
my flashing eye
simultaneously and at any moment we could die
and so with urgency I keep a candle by my side
and watch it disappear and glow
angst
Words that form themselves in trance
Shut my mind off, let the soliloquies dance
I don't know what to say
When faced with my problems I just hide
just keep running…
I thought I got better, working on myself all by my lonely
These past few years I just been running from the old me
Hate seeing old
built different, I was never breastfed
When I was two years old
I was dropped on my head
In school like Dej Loaf, they'd try me
But just like the second
sound fucked up but they not all doin' great
Oh my God please, can I have a conversation with a
Member of my family without it endin' asking me for five
old shit
Preaching that old shit
You ain't on my clock
And I just finished 2 years of anger management classes before I came here.
I want to change my
call it date rape
You dated a 13-year-old, her name was Grape
It's not a joke
It's actually pretty serious
Hi, my name is Matt
Will you please show me
crayons
My 23-year marriage with Charlotte is, was
And will always be completely empty
It was hopeless, tired, and devoid of any human emotion
We felt
just don't make 'em like me
Lately protectin' my peace... pursuin' my savior
(Lord God, I come to you a sinner... Inshallah)
Apologies accompanied by
A)x2
I want more to be looping with you, and make like everything it’s “OK”… i put my headphones and lock my self in my own world… cause i’m fact i want
Conversations
Tell me what's on your mind
Yea yea
Just a baby only one years old
It all started my life had unfold
Desperation for separation like
Heard a conversation with my father
Talking to his favorite partner
At the domino table
Tony had told him that he saw a
Young nigga hopping out
that you seen before
The old me and new me going back and forth to war
And yo of course you here now it's like I'm in a figure four
With my love for you
you processing this?
It's gotta be harder for you than it is for me
You got a 13-year-old kid"
But Kevin's on New York time
And it's 6:30 AM, and so
It’s time to see us in a better place
Never knew an easy way
I’m not a follower
I choose to lead my own fate
All this conversation about change I
the head from years of taking shots
Y'all don't like my music? Y'all don't like my theatre
Well subtweeting don't work, so no more self defeating
What I
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