that I'll crawl back You must be sick Thought she was my Annie Hall Or at least Ali MacGraw Now I feel so wilted, it's a famine affair The whole attempt
But maybe I'd be better off if I just end this quickly It is not romantic I am just giving up and shutting down I am just so sick of thinking my head
Aceyalone: every time i flow i get this vision and i know everytime i know i manifest and then i grow everywhere i go i plant a seed i hope i grow but
fills the sky You bring the wicked out of me Your killer is I I love to watch you fall, but you're already gone I love to watch you fall, but you'
song, while I'm on the phone long I'm a radio man, and I know that I can't sing, yes I can Give me one more chance, and I'll make you dance Girl, we make
greivin' 'Cause if I miss some I gotta burn ya, then I'm arrested, for what? Attempt murda, never out done only out doin' Fuckin' them bitches and then I
six, bruising them every time I hit And I ain't tryna quit If I do, you can never find another to fill my shoes I prove you can't duplicate this Attempt
're dying from love and you're bleeding Why can't I just wake up from this life? 'Cause I'm dreaming Look what I've done now I'm sick of this town and
I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun And I dress to at Ya see I got more clothes Than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously I got bodyguards, I got
all I ask is that you leave me the fuck alone. Look I ain't tryna battle rap Can't fuck wit none of that I'm tryna have fun wit rap I mean I'm done
every word And maybe, I'm totally crazy for holding on but Just cus I'm insane, don't mean that I'm wrong Now that you're gone I can't sleep at night
maybe I'd be better off if I could end this quickly It's not romantic I'm just giving up and shutting down I'm just so sick of thinking my head is broken
same, Shes corrupted I'm not, shes cold and I'm hot, And anything of importance she can care less about she say Oh I'm sorry baby I forgot, And I be
set was working for my techniques Tell her that I love her and by next week You could hear her shrieks from the gashes in her cheeks No I'm not a freak, I
dick A good man of plenty, but an enemy, it was clear I just be another problem, that he feenin' to fix But I can't have that, pull out, I try to grab
up that I crawl the more that I'm feelin sick Once I get to the top I can let it all go As I fall through the air to the sidewalk below [Chorus:] I'm
Satellite radio Do not attempt to adjust your dial I'm transmittin' live I'm transmittin' live I'm transmittin' live I'm transmittin' live Do not attempt
an imaginary kiss with you again Not even friends, though I wish that I could mend Like a tailor and be Olive Oil's number one sailor I ams what I am, still I