Stories

When i get to you, now i wont forget What it took n text by the bullet n breaks By the cradled limb by the state im in, by the skin on my teeth taken on the chin I was out for it, yeah more than norm I was down for the cause, and you ought to know Spanner down ... Something like an addiction that i fought to door Got a debt to the stars, debt to the gutter and a debt to the bars Debt for the wisdom that i would discard Yet i would do it in the future as i have in the past All if it has scarred me but im still here Through the imperfections that intefere Feeling like a beef stole a whole career When i know let me lend an ear I had to go about it, write it out and fight it myself And theres some stories i can tell you I had to fail had to fall just for what i did well And theres some stories i can tell you Dont get it twisted doh i dont want to blink and then miss its glow Get your dempsey by the same move By the time you hear this you already know the future me Nothing you can do for me, sorry you are not who you used to be Whatever you got's news to me what i handed you wasnt handled beautifully But its done Tainted blood cells of bad ankles Ive been damaged it was substabtial Your bodys a temple, but im a venn But that could not live life in a stand still Im unapologetic im a park, but by the time you need me its already passed Hope you remember this when you fall apart If not i wrote down a few reminders I had to go about it write it out and fight it myself And theres some stories i can tell you I had to fail had to fall just for what i did well And theres some stories i can tell you You gotta go about it, you gottta write it out, you gotta know about it, you gotta let it out You gotta go about it, you gottta write it out, you gotta know about it, you gotta let it out Bet it all on the vocal cords, reassure the inlaws Dear lord your girls in safe hands, were making great plans And we will make sense one day Maybe when im grey, this complained of old age Someone get that grandad down off stage Hey kids, your gramps never drank cool aid In his own time did it with a few fell greats But what, whats the story better the redemption Whats the quandrum better the retention I aint breezin and i aint george benson I aint protected by the reigned fenston In my future questions in its current sences That woud be the same youve been doing for centurys Sorry if you ran into empty wrote this so you knew what i meant I had to go about it write it out and fight it myself And theres some stories i can tell you I had to fail had to fall just for what i did well And theres some stories i can tell you I had to go about it write it out and fight it myself And theres some stories i can tell you I had to fail had to fall just for what i did well And theres some stories i can tell you You gotta go about it, you gottta write it out, you gotta know about it, you gotta let it out You gotta go about it, you gottta write it out, you gotta know about it, you gotta let it out