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All by myself, all by myself
All by myself, not everybody else

I don't need society
To open up my flies for me
I don't need no audience
To shoot you

of America ain't checking for me
'Cause even my dumb shit is too much for 'em intellectually
So I'm, unappreciated like a bass solo
K Solo, or a porn star's

All by Myself

New York Dolls

Street Trash

1999

I don't want to talk too much
I just want to get to you
I don't want to see you there
I just want to get you there

All by myself
Not everybody

and say
"yeah he ain't got shit
He's just some fucking white kid
I think he goes by Witt"
And then they listen to my music sayin'
"This the same kid?
This

Feeling like a bomb
When my stress blow up when
I just wanna bob
With my head go dumb no
I don't see the problem
I'm just too numb but
You the one who

break I don't wanna give it to you
We met on Monday by Friday we taking trips to the moon
Baby don't lie up in my face can you just tell me the truth
I

Bob, drug dealer on the block

So you a bad boy
You carry big toys
You wanna get to know me, so you could just enjoy
Talk to me by your actions, I don't

the shit that's falling out my mouth
I'm sick with lyrical dysentery
I know how to tickle a clit
With military precision
By dick is buried in bitches
In

Sidney crosby
I watch my mama chop a brick, no karate
We be couped like Audi
Tough as Teflon Don, no John Gotti
I told you before, I'm a rap star
Fast car,

Flexibly bob and weave
Chasing after are own feelings of ecstasy
To take flight involves my game tight
I'm a meteorite target in sight
Week after week fuck

Area

De La Soul

Buhloone Mindstate

1993

sampling of soul food 
Off the old school plates 
When I met up with my niggas from the 718 
One the Jungle Bro, the other Questers from Queens 
Yet I

Interlude 5

Lauryn Hill

MTV Unplugged No. 2.0

2002

and you know, lookin hard in the video. But, you know. Reality is..it's like I've always told to my husband, it's like, look, you know, we look at Bob

did it
Bitch I was me
I'm bout my cheese
Like I'm making fajitas
She only bout her burkin bag
Why da fuck do I need her
I met this one OT
And they call

Life be like I just woke up
Don't wanna go to work
But I'm not tryna go broke by the first
My throat hurts like Vader caught
Me in a force grip
If I

October 29th was the first day that we met
We met under the clock at Waterloo Station
You turned with this big smile, that made time stop
Now all I

and better
I tried to tell her as soon as I met her
She gone get wetter and wetter and wetter
Drip like my diamonds
I'm so icy with my fit
God damn, I

as a sleeper as some folk say ('ear listen)
I was working on the railway
Mind the doors, you'll be okay

I met a girl called Valerie the Angel of my heart
I

I met her at the subway
That's where I spend my time
The one under the arches
By the northern line

I said I want a season ticket
I don't want a day

into canned shambles
And everybody is nuzzled in the
Bosom of they handlers
Watch: can I get a gambit or not? Not
Dang, finally met his Waterloo
And what

Got game when you're by my side I've met my waterloo
Don't believe me
Well that is fine
I'm gonna let you go right now
I wanna see ya

Fly free my angel

I don't want to talk too much
I just want to get to you
I don't want to see you there
I just want to get you there

All by myself
Not everybody

a charlatan
I've never been North West
Apart from Wembley Park or Hertfordshire
On that latter matter, I've met every kid from Harpenden
Some silly freshers

This Real Lifer shit baby girl, you know this G-Style
Come hop up in my coupe, let's take a ride while I freestyle
I does this
Stayed by my side and I

non-linear
Convoluted storytelling

Name some names
Amigo

Hey
Can you hear me
This is my voice

So
When I was young
I was
Obsessed with soccer

It was