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I don't understand why I'm always writing this shit on my blog,
Maybe it's just my way of speaking my mind out,
Maybe a but too loud,
But I guess this shit's never coming out of my mouth.
No drum beats means no radio hit,
That's the reason why nobody cares about me,
SHIT,
Late in the night,
My room's still got my white candle lit,
Scribbling down what goes down in my mind,
Welcome to the world of one of my kind,
Writing and erasing line after line,
It's 3am and I'm already going blind.
When I look in the mirror I see a need to beef up,
People look at me like I can't grow up,
But shit happens now and then,
But I plug in my phon's and I'm ready to rock,
Welcome to my dance floor and I show you I'll climb up my mua fucking wall,
For the beats hit me so hard,
Time for me and reality to part.
Here comes my whiskey and the mixer's a lil messy,
Jugs of Heineken,
Now who's the real chicken,
And the reel Hooligan,
Drowning himself in Vitagen.
"you got a nice watch but your rap is useless..." Tak - Styles of Beyond - Dolla