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Kramer
by Moc
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This title has No Name Yet
I've been working up a sweat
Busting my ass to get some bread
Never will I live in debt
Never will I borrow money
That's how they get yo ass living life crummy
That's how they kill your comfy
To kill the time, I got my loving druggies
It's funky, come... funk with me
What's... UP with me?
We'll see what's in store for me
But, to put it bluntly
I'll probably die alone as a junkie
…Whoa! What? HUH?
That's kind of dark line
But I've been through some shit
Seen a lot of dark times
The signs keep on changing
Timeline's rearranging
Not grown up, but I'm aging
Painting pictures of my rages
And this is what I'm saying
Writing scripts of indecision
And this is what I'm wishing
Stop, wait, and listen
Actors breathe, but never are living
Writing pages of these phrases and this is what I'm hating
Hating, but loving these.. Phases & Stages
Like Nelson, I've Willie been going through these
And I've been Energy gaining
My heart is raining
But my soul is draining
Got to fill up the tub.
Got to fill up the blank spaces, the empty pileup
To fill the existing lineup's listing
Hmm
Wrote a song about nothing, like Seinfeld
Drank so much, I'm unbalanced and the wine spilled
As I declined and fell, that's how my mind felt
Just want to take it easy, dine, and chill
But that's how life goes when you've fallen ill
Writing a track to fill numbers, rows, and columns
Wrote it to slow-kill time and blossom
Often, I hate lows and bottoms
Butt I love her bottom
It's Awesome
Je t'aime, Bebe
Wrote a song about nothing, like Seinfeld's show
But Isn't all of life like that though?
Nothing, I mean
Meaningless
Wake up everyday
Always do the same
From Monday
All the way till the same Sunday still
And it restarts again
Like an Hour hand
Passing 12 AM
Causing Mayhem
This track was written
To spoil what is hidden
This is the teaser to my albums' birth
I've pre-written 3 albums worth
And they all connect
The Chronic is not logical, like Black Mirror
A series that seems to be connected to my potential life
A Ferris wheel
Got to see if I can really do this
Because the fucking truth is
I'm really feeling Ruthless
No more excuses
No more feeling useless
It's really time to fucking do this
This title has No Name Yet
I've been working up a sweat
Busting my ass to get some bread
Never will I live in debt
Never will I borrow money
That's how they get yo ass living life crummy
That's how they kill your comfy
To kill the time, I got my loving druggies
It's funky, come... funk with me
What's... UP with me?
We'll see what's in store for me
But, to put it bluntly
I'll probably die alone as a junkie
…Whoa! What? HUH?
That's kind of dark line
But I've been through some shit
Seen a lot of dark times
The signs keep on changing
Timeline's rearranging
Not grown up, but I'm aging
Painting pictures of my rages
And this is what I'm saying
Writing scripts of indecision
And this is what I'm wishing
Stop, wait, and listen
Actors breathe, but never are living
Writing pages of these phrases and this is what I'm hating
Hating, but loving these.. Phases & Stages
Like Nelson, I've Willie been going through these
And I've been Energy gaining
My heart is raining
But my soul is draining
Got to fill up the tub.
Got to fill up the blank spaces, the empty pileup
To fill the existing lineup's listing
Hmm
Wrote a song about nothing, like Seinfeld
Drank so much, I'm unbalanced and the wine spilled
As I declined and fell, that's how my mind felt
Just want to take it easy, dine, and chill
But that's how life goes when you've fallen ill
Writing a track to fill numbers, rows, and columns
Wrote it to slow-kill time and blossom
Often, I hate lows and bottoms
Butt I love her bottom
It's Awesome
Je t'aime, Bebe
Wrote a song about nothing, like Seinfeld's show
But Isn't all of life like that though?
Nothing, I mean
Meaningless
Wake up everyday
Always do the same
From Monday
All the way till the same Sunday still
And it restarts again
Like an Hour hand
Passing 12 AM
Causing Mayhem
This track was written
To spoil what is hidden
This is the teaser to my albums' birth
I've pre-written 3 albums worth
And they all connect
The Chronic is not logical, like Black Mirror
A series that seems to be connected to my potential life
A Ferris wheel
Got to see if I can really do this
Because the fucking truth is
I'm really feeling Ruthless
No more excuses
No more feeling useless
It's really time to fucking do this
