This was a spur of the moment song, I found the beat, wrote it, and recorded in less then 12 hours and I'd thought I'd share it. I know my flow is a little choppy at parts but eh shit happens. Feed please.
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Lyrics:
I told myself that I was done I had quit this,
This drugs addicted and now the pen itches,
But I can’t add more love will digits,
And I try to move but my joints won’t pivot,
So what in the world is the point what is it,
Why always write with a heart suspiscious,
Loves not a bitch it’s a mess of bitches,
I wish that love was a little less viscious,
It’s always on my mind it has crept and visits,
In my head all the time its so repetiticious,
And I can’t figure out how to stop what is,
I guess in our hearts we are all just kids,
Because love must be simple to have me struck,
To have me nuts and to always have me up,
With the same thoughts and I don’t even mind it,
But how can I feel love when I can’t define it…
Hook:
Again a situation that I’m caught up in,
A lesson I failed and need to be taught again,
And a fight with my life because I fought the pen,
To not write this but these words often win,
So to another day gone I’ll never get back,
Too many set backs askin where’s my head at,
Why are all these feelings being let back,
If I could go back, I wish I woulda said that,
…Love is what makes me
It’s like I’m forced to this like somehow it helps,
When I think that times past and I just dwell,
On something I will never understand or get,
I want to feel secure but I haven’t landed yet,
Now I wonder who’ll be there to break my fall,
If anyone will or am I supposed to take it all,
The pain of being unsure and simply lost,
And the impact too, maybe that’s the cost,
I brought on my own or is there something else,
And I know that help can only come from myself,
So when I run out beats and words to say,
Will I still be me or will I drift further away,
Because love must be simple to have you struck,
To have you nuts and to always have you up,
With the same thoughts and you don’t even mind it,
But how can you feel love when you can’t define it…
With everything happening I can only laugh,
And be happy that my life isn’t cut in half,
That I never let myself go completely insane,
I coulda been a dick and I coulda been vain,
Or I coulda said fuck it and just walked away,
But even still I think love woulda blocked the gate,
And after so many songs I feel like this music,
Has everyone behind my back calling me stupid,
Or at least wondering whats going on upstairs,
A genius with wordsso… really whats there,
Maybe they think deeply with the words I speak,
And understand the question I put over beat,
Because love must be simple to have us struck,
To have us nuts and always have us up,
With* same thoughts and we don’t even mind it,
But how can we feel love when we can’t define it…