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Maybe the rough version of the song? Depends on how it goes.
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he woke up, in a different room then he slept in,
the same bed his mom left him, before she left him,
grandmama took him aside, saw she wrecked him,
so instead of lettin him go, she kept him
Like, weather the storm and erect him
a stronger person but the perservearance
never grew clearer then the person in the mirror
His hatred for his moms so big he grew to fear her
So he lays in his bed, sheets the color of tan
They used to be white but he never gave a damn
So they just accumulated, pickin up the sweat
That he left overnight from his dreams he wept
Till his pillows could barely contain, overflowed
as he put his face in the wet dream of home
That he never had, echoes in the night
Hoping to erase when he wakes to sunlight
Let me find you
Away from here
Let me go
let me go
let me go
Let me find all my lost years
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go
He thinks he don’t got it but hes wrong
Some people got it but they don’t know it till its gone
It’s a weak song that we sing all week long
On the tip of our tounges fallin off like king kong
But he got enough problems on his own
The covers grow heavy and he cant seem to grow strong
So he rocks on like pop rocks he hops on
The hot uhmm hot cant stop or find wrong
So it just gets him deeper in his pillows
Till hes sleepin armadillos creepin dreamin bout the stillos
And the deamons reaching grasping him,
Media harrasin him through his TV while he trys to find the facts in em
But its impossible truth is now an obstacle
He wishes he could just yell freeze like a popsicle
He sits up and slowly takes a breath
Smiles when he sees the air pump in his chest and says
CHORUS
Now this is bout the time I put the beat down
Royalty is here, so all you mufuckas put the seat down
Before a street sound hits your head like a rebound
And I grab a mic to show you tykes how to beat down
Verbally
You never heard from me like mute Royce
Gimmie a reason ill give you a mute voice
I mean its your choice, but im in like two points
Styles wet as hell, make you say ooh moist
He let goes,
Of fake chicks with verbs and stilettos
Heard that jeppedo
Came but never settled
So the covers creep from his face to his waist
His toes slowly emerge the sun feels his embrace
As he takes his first step outa bed,
His knees too weak he falls down and its said
That he scratched and clawed his way
Smashed and pawed his way
Where he wanted so now he is where he is today
And today is what would people say
Would be called maybe a good day
And as the light sprays down on the mic
Hes at the top of it
Rockin it with no regrets like
Hes a different human
But hes a different being
So he spits his shit cause now hes got a reason
So just like before, it spins and it twirls
But now, mic in hand, he screams to the world
Chorus
the same bed his mom left him, before she left him,
grandmama took him aside, saw she wrecked him,
so instead of lettin him go, she kept him
Like, weather the storm and erect him
a stronger person but the perservearance
never grew clearer then the person in the mirror
His hatred for his moms so big he grew to fear her
So he lays in his bed, sheets the color of tan
They used to be white but he never gave a damn
So they just accumulated, pickin up the sweat
That he left overnight from his dreams he wept
Till his pillows could barely contain, overflowed
as he put his face in the wet dream of home
That he never had, echoes in the night
Hoping to erase when he wakes to sunlight
Let me find you
Away from here
Let me go
let me go
let me go
Let me find all my lost years
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go
He thinks he don’t got it but hes wrong
Some people got it but they don’t know it till its gone
It’s a weak song that we sing all week long
On the tip of our tounges fallin off like king kong
But he got enough problems on his own
The covers grow heavy and he cant seem to grow strong
So he rocks on like pop rocks he hops on
The hot uhmm hot cant stop or find wrong
So it just gets him deeper in his pillows
Till hes sleepin armadillos creepin dreamin bout the stillos
And the deamons reaching grasping him,
Media harrasin him through his TV while he trys to find the facts in em
But its impossible truth is now an obstacle
He wishes he could just yell freeze like a popsicle
He sits up and slowly takes a breath
Smiles when he sees the air pump in his chest and says
CHORUS
Now this is bout the time I put the beat down
Royalty is here, so all you mufuckas put the seat down
Before a street sound hits your head like a rebound
And I grab a mic to show you tykes how to beat down
Verbally
You never heard from me like mute Royce
Gimmie a reason ill give you a mute voice
I mean its your choice, but im in like two points
Styles wet as hell, make you say ooh moist
He let goes,
Of fake chicks with verbs and stilettos
Heard that jeppedo
Came but never settled
So the covers creep from his face to his waist
His toes slowly emerge the sun feels his embrace
As he takes his first step outa bed,
His knees too weak he falls down and its said
That he scratched and clawed his way
Smashed and pawed his way
Where he wanted so now he is where he is today
And today is what would people say
Would be called maybe a good day
And as the light sprays down on the mic
Hes at the top of it
Rockin it with no regrets like
Hes a different human
But hes a different being
So he spits his shit cause now hes got a reason
So just like before, it spins and it twirls
But now, mic in hand, he screams to the world
Chorus
I like the strong lyrics cool the way you handle the words did you leave room for a breath. great job on this one I like it.