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Last Chance Waltz

David Wilcox

Home Again

1991

I'm standing before my old high school.
It's been 10 yrs since I touched the door.
But to heal the old pain we must face it again
so I'll walk

and a rubber ass
She jumped out the window with a dick in her hand
Singing, "Hey, motherfucker, I'm Superman"

Here's a lyrical daydream to tickle your head

I've said I'm sorry one too many times
But nobody forgives me like you
I've stood my ground when I knew you were right
But no one makes up like we

Get Myself To Saturday

Michael Franti

Soulrocker

2016

I be stressing only keep me from the blessings
I'm falling down and standing up and walking through the lessons

There is a part of me that always

I'm goin out where the past can be torn to pieces
I'm goin out for a while just to clear my head
c self made man with the world in my hands
c self

We jumped in on the deep end 
Now I’m swimming in your seasons
We fell in on the weekend 
I ain’t thinking about leaving 

We jumped in on the deep

By now I should've got a message through
But I'm the lucky one you know that's true
You came on like some raconteur
Stories you were telling 'bout me

You niggas sleeping on me I must be a mattress
Its like I’m nothing like a blank canvas
They keep ignoring me that’s pure madness
They sitting in

death, cause I’m tighter than a noose
Gyp em on a brick
Cause lyrically I’m fuckin’ sick
Rough as shit, toughest bitch
Ain’t nobody touching this
Today’s

pocket be running track
Hop in the wraith and I take it you leave
I’m with the plug and that boy Japanese
You want the feature I’m charging a fee
Then I

voice exists
The world is what my oyster is
I'm 'bout to stick a sword in it
Blade pointing an Ancient Pistol at Dr. Morbius (whoo!)
The way I'm living,

the fame bitch i want them deposits
We ain't conversating if it ain't about profit
Been fucked your baby mama cause she know a nigga poppin
Stop it bitch i'm

Fuck what you're saying I know I'm the greatest
Show me the title so I can go take it
Rap cause I love it don't care if I'm famous
Dunking on you

Niggas gone hate, bitches gone hate I don't give a fuck
Right now I'm focus on tryna get my next buck
Circulation slowing down from these hand cuffs

This my introduction, call me P-Trill
‘Trill‘ is a combo of the words 'true' and ‘real'
Ahead of my time, I move with a strong will
I'm in this for

Foggy Francisco
Wait 'till I get up
Red socks and blisters
I'm coming home from school
I'm a mess since day one
Brown boxes on my bed
Foggy Francisco

I used to pride myself in explaining my raps
But a Christian movng in pride is just a lie and a fact
My new skills feel like I'm ancient find the art

far could you grow if your minds the weapon
I can’t admit that I’m better alone
And so I’ll take one chance off the dice I roll
Less time in my head, is

Its Mistah King
I’m Mister King, I’m Cleaner than Listerine
I am on to Bigger Things, Type of shit you Never Seen
I am not Wearing a Ring, But I am

for me
Strivin' for success but all these goofy niggas scared of me
They plottin' on my downfall and i'm tryna kill the pain in me
Bullets after

Oh baby I'm
Here on my own
Now that you've gone away, I'm all alone
Before I go
You should know, that you're the peace
I've needed all along
I wish I

It's the young goon
Who doesn't have any focus
My soul is golden
So is the chick that I'm holding
The ring that is frozen
I'm Frodo when toking
I

seen this shade of beige on a floor
Eyes wide, the ceiling's looking less crooked than before
In the quiet I'm getting over your loud excuses
Don't know

The portability of survival's
All but garunteed
So you listen to know
You know what I'm in control where you go
Yes I do own you yeah
What can you do what can you