Its like wherever I go, I got to write shit down No matter how hard I try, I cant stop it now Perfectly formed lines appear up in my head I gotta write em down, gotta get my bread So I grab the lead, rip out a page, and mend My thoughts, as Im writing, pencil hits rib Lets off a sigh, grunts Get off my side Sorry dude, its gonna be a bumpy ride Nother pissed off kid, nother day on the redline Public transport, this shit aint fly Time dont fly As I pass these buildings, outta they prime Decrepit, covered in grime Dudes stand outside, felony ready Cops yell stop, freeze, squeeze Like robbery, gone bad
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