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Yo your name is Holly oh Golly She's a materialistic bitch she knows the sitch I'm an up and caming Raper I spit clean I spit mean I'm a mothefucking mashine She didn't like me before But now she all flirty Come and get ready Cause my bars so dirt
Dear Ex Love is an illusion of lust combined with a drug addiction, Finding pure happiness is nothing but a tall tale fiction, Vanished without closure I'm not ready for it to be over,
Every Morning i wake up To a feeling that i'm feeling that we ain't us, Pain in her eyes when i leave has her feeling anxious, A gut feeling in her pancreas,
M, A, D, I, S, Y, N Bringing the heavens to the earth, hiding the fears from my mind Love the goodmornings, hate the goodnights, because I despise saying goodbye
Pass the microphone isolating every passionate words Don't converge on what you heard seeing a flying bird Swerve that curve Life is a magician revealing under the shades
He has 20 different books with lyrics in them. Some written in pen, while others in pencil. He promised his family that he'll write and perform his music until something happens.
My skin is the skin that God put me in on the day that was the day of the 17th in the month of November the year being the one-thousand nine-hundred nintey-seventh year Anno Domini....
When I reach for the pen and paper, and begin to write/ Do I write about what’s right or mainstream it to tight/ One brings fame while the other brings respect/ I guess the only way to impress is to show intellect/