feels like a safe place, but it ain't. Feels like it safety seals fates, but it don't. He's not a real saint. Just another one of those religious,
a funeral for that big part of me that died. i need to put these thoughts to rest. i need to find a peace of mind. i need to piece my mind, find a piece
And if I had the guts to save you Would you have the poise and grace to And these conversations that take a little bit from you And a lot from me your
Conversations with my thirteen year old self Conversations with my thirteen year old self You're angry I know this The world couldn't care less
: E.D.I.] You'se a B-writer a 'Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothin' but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser 'bout to get murdered
glad Old Satan's mad, but I'm so glad 'cause he lost another soul that he thought he had Old Satan's mad, but I'm so glad It was a public school, with
spent all for not I know that sometimes I can make you feel so crazy Sedate me if it makes things better But maybe what you need is a little insanity
chest Girl, you inspire my very best And I gave nothing less and it seems With every conversation in between I get a little more attracted When you open
record to my kids, I'm a banger and a father so my conversation must remain gangsta This is my record to my kids, I'm a banger and a father so my conversation
paint It feels like a safe place, but it ain't Feels like its safety seals faith, but it don't He's not a real saint, just another one of those religious
doubts that he even has a soul My secret pleasures have my inner demons gossiping I'm a ghost writer for the horrorcore lyrics my personal mosters sing I'm sitting in a
well So hold on just a little longer At least through the night At least until the morning Hold on Hold on to me I can hardly stand Much less the sight
ever felt like I owed Them a god damn dime, or a god damn rhyme or a god damn chance Motherfucker you sad You a grown ass man, holding a nigga hand Now
make Is do we take this conversation down to the lake Or do we sit down in the porch swing... More time with you less time for worry more slowing down less in a
ease to cry a little, let it out So let's not talk about them because I could care less about what they did Let's not talk about them See these conversations
motherf**king broke bitches for a minute, would you [Verse 1: T-Pain] You may want a man with some consideration (Consideration), Determination (Determination) I lil conversation (How you Doing Baby?) And you might want a