I don’t do black music
I don’t do white music
I make fight music, for high school kids
Had it been another day,
I might have looked the other way,
And I’d have never been aware,
But as it is I’ll dream of her tonight
Tap on my window, knock on my door.
I wanna make you feel beautiful
"Lord forbid, for the good kid, they took his life
She want her baby back like a cooked rib, but that’s just life
where I’m from.."
"What are friends?
Friends are people that you think are your friends
But they really your enemies, with secret identities
And disguises, to hide their true colors
So just when you think you’re close enough to be brothers
They wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain’t looking
What is life?
I’m tired of life…"
If I Had
"These girls have all the best of me
I bet that I will lose it all
I know this thing will never last
I need to tear it all apart
These girls have all the best of me
I bet that I can lose it all…"
These Girls (Ft. Garfunkel and Oates)
I don’t mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain.
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile…
"You know what I been on
You know where I be at
Men lie, Women lie
Numbers don’t I see that.
Catch me in a private jet
Like fuck it where the weed at?
And this flight attendant got the fattest ass
You know I need that!!!"
Don’t care how many times I hear it, its still dope as shit
"An only child with a pen and a pad
Writing a list of things he could never have…"
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