I went on a run last night Stare up at the clouds star light came down Clouds, blowin away. running through the city Mind jogging with all the ideas i never manifested. too stressed Overprotected No exposure, im the type to do it when its over Im the type to lose it when it wont hurt Man, now im on a fuckin ride. cause i just lost it all 24 with no direction tryna get a buzz on while im sober Oh well, better days. thats what we always say when we smile And try to hide the pain for a while.. Still writing for that better life. hell of a game U can look me in both of my eyes, and tell me i changed You can, fuck with me. but most yall wont Not until i made it to the big screen still on about jim beam Its crazy how people flip like a pancake When their position is conflicted in relation to your vision And your doin it different I feel my days are numbered, calendar on the cover Almanac on the chain with the special date i go under When, your own heart is a place to discover And you could have it all, the bugatti, estate quail at ur suppers Tell me, why am i ashamed to say it to others? They just wouldnt get it, hang my head mid sentence.. Cant let this, guilt fill up like cement in my shoes And drown me in a lake of things tht i never could do Just dont
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