Lyrics:
that 4th of July
When the colors in the sky
Matched the shades in your eyes
And I wrote you this song
And every single word was I Love You
years have gone away
Left me here with their bills to pay the fire that once consumed my insides
Is doused by my sunken rain cloud eyes
So god can you
decline, it ain't no Patsy, baby!
Light some sage 'cause your spirit is wrong
How the fuck you don't bob your head while hearing this song?
I bop and weave
don't mean to be an asshole -- I just tell it like it is
And I didn't write this song out of nastiness or spite
I wrote it just so I could sing the first
it's the motivation
Stuck in my stride in full concentration
Wrote my first song in a bedroom too basic
Never been the type for all the time wasting
I'm
i'm gone, for so long
I'm on, i'm on, Pluto so on
Rough start, restart, fuck the low parts
She broke my heart, so I wrote more songs
She come over
to lodge a complaint
I met a boy, said he was carried by Zephyr
And I was fooled by the paint
He wrote a song that made me lighter than feathers
Sang it
can't expect this to go along
And that's why I wrote this song
Look
My emotions you play like a fiddle
My heart was broke when you made it official
I
Wrote my own props, living in the PJ's
That's when the Angel Gabriel said "It's all a Masquerade"
Eyes with no face, speakers with no lace
I feel that
on my mind
Man I thought my song WestSide was a long time
I been Feeling these emotions so I put em ina rhyme
I Might b outta pocket you can blame it ona
Instagram
And I wrote a little song about holding her hand and now everybody wanna die happy now
Ain't it funny how life changes
You wake up ain't
drowning in all of this pain I thought I'd wait just for you to fill up
My glass 'cause I ain't coming home today
I'm just gonna sit here and rock my ass By
just by writing these songs
I've been writing these songs
Every day you've been lying it's wrong
Pick up my phone, picking up my phone
See three missed
face you see
I played since I was 9
Wrote songs on girls and life
And superpowers we
Would fly above the streets
I'm walking down again
A phone, no book
I always wonder if I'll figure it out
By the time I have decided
To give it up
And then I'm thinking that
They'll play my song
In a local bar after
I
the heart I needa make sure you know
Everything that went bad we gonna fix
I wrote this song just so you'd know
I think I need this shawtys love
Come
ain't trippin' off material bling
I analyze off of Billie Holiday to Queen
What was Marvin Gaye thinking when
He wrote that theme
A Trouble Man, why his
know, I wrote a hit song
Because I got high
Sign with universal
Now my bank accounts drivin
Universal Records year man
Took my money like enron
time
Get back at the ones who took me by surprise
Man, I
Pulled the knives out my back and then I made a mirror
Looked inside and asked how, what, where,
to give up
We gotta save this island nation
And I know that things are really bad, man
So here's a song we wrote to make a few things happen
Well, it's
sleeps with a piece of his coat
Oh, I love Alan Jackson
'Cause of them songs he wrote
Well, I went backstage at his concert
I got on his bus somehow
that you're dyin'
But enough hatred towards the money grubbin'
I wrote this whole song out of lovin', Zion!
Nonmonetary society
Economy and monetary
could'nt ignore
Personas of the rhythm who just walked through the store
This man's slim, sported a red glim, notcing damage within
We remove bullets
Born like this wrote a song like this
And it formed like this in a palm like this
And it dropped on the innocent
Uninformed like this conduct experiments
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