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Patti LaBelle - On My Own ft. MICHAEL MCDONALD
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Q. Pegram
Q. Pegram
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D Smith
D Smith
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Yea I ain't been too good at love lately Been passing up on 10's and 9's like Ramadan I know it won't sustain me But I I keep the faith Okay She catch my drift don't stay Too long if I can't make A better me for you Cuz there's no me if there ain't you And that's a very certain truth Know my selfish ways and all Know that I would be appalled If you go find yourself And never make your way back to my arms No I can't take it I can't take it Think I'm rubbing off on you But you say it's abrasions And then I get evasive Know when I'm dodging Challenge her to catch me in my matrix Though if I'm honest Like the attention from when she caving Guess that's my filth to lay in Wish I was more concerned with my worth And I stop dancing with death Know I'm a damn flirt Wish I was more concerned with my worth And I stop I stop Aw yea Now this verse is where I get it all off This verse is where the lies stop yea This verse is all wrong This verse is bygones Well versed in house calls I'll get ahold of you by any means I let that semi squeeze If anyone get in between Me and my darling My efforts seem half hearted But I been on stage My energy just in house shows And block parties Always make time for loving you But my time be spliced Be my spice of life And light me up inside Rubbing on that crystal ball For answers I already know Cool wit telling others be self reflective But not me tho I live my life on top of marble floors With glass skies Luxurious but fragile Know I put myself thru all this hassle Love the way it hurts when missing you My heart is strong not bulletproof Still hoping that I'm pulling thru But maybe it's better if I go now I'm telling myself I let you down But you don't like it there I won't take it there I won't try Yo yo yo October 8th rolling into Penn Station Busy men with briefcases Sewer rats grabbing at my shoelaces Jotting on my loose pages Writing down description of these new faces I miss my home within a hunnid paces I'm from the part of the city That don't got sidewalks Stay within the lines of the paper And that's where I walk I was biding my time But I start to time stall Praying for my moment Hope it don't include the white chalk The city harder than bedrock To find love Young nigga looking for wedlock And white doves College hoes running they mouth Sniffing up white drugs High metabolism recovery by the next night Text her man at Nova she misses him This don't feel right Say she with her girls But she coming out to see Smyth Knight Sky ain't been my limit Always shooting for the next height Sleep on Burj Khalifa out in Dubai Bear the apples of labor Swallow way fruit flies Self care Try to treat my spirit like a Banzai Niggas loiter on Grace street At Rick's pies Walk down to the corner For orange soda and moon pies Don't do a thing I let the pen glide Put the stylus to tablet and let the lord scribe I take what's left of my soul And turn it to Lofi I tell myself I can fly Jump off the building and die I'm gone Yea Lil morbid at the end but Whatever KAP on KAP
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