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My name is....GRiMM
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Peak #1,754
Peak in subgenre #821
Author
GRiMM
Uploaded
October 22, 2004
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MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
We goin thru games, we’re playin on boards
Im tired of all the storms, Im sayin no more
Wait while you set it there, heavens in every set up pair
Severed in the weather its never when I would get it fair
U wasted away all the days of our past
And Im cast in the darkest of days and I laugh
I pray on my back, but lately stacked
With this precious ghost face, Im placed in the cracks
I would think you would call I was weak u were tall
I would breath, you would call in the heat, we would brawl
Every street that was dull, you would speak wit a gull
I would feel like, every broken leaf during fall
I freestyle, heat out, finally I can breath now
My arms falling off as I try to reach out
It’ll never be the same, goddamn, Ill change
All the what ifs, what I shoulda done, stop pain
The stale taste of failing is fresh on my tongue
Aww, we’re so cute, but you left and I’m done
Outta breaths in my lung, nah Im never the one
I cant face it, but theres no respect when you run
Im still open arms and broken heart in your doorway
But you will never have it so bye and have it yourway
Im still open arms and broken heart in your doorway
But you will never have it so bye and have it yourway
I try to erase all our past, all the rest
But her face pops up more than adds on the net
Get away with thoughts, some of em think Im outta line
See that love is blind, ur outta sight, outta mind
Go ahead, life ya life, cuz ya fuckin outta mine
All the songs aren’t about you, I’m never outta rhymes
Cant get along, fights always going on
Im always going on now our story’s growing long
What I said it was wrong, what you said it was right
Im sick of all these rhythms when your head isn’t right
Now Im dead in this song, fly led in a kite
Ur an angel wit no wings, heaven aint right
Not that hard to feel me, I burn wit a pipe
When I talk, I will talk, and I talk outta spite
Never learned how to fight, but I learned how to write
Wit emotions so dark, never turned to the light
Got a pen in my hand, holdin a plan
See thru the tears, beat to my ear and mouth to my mic
Got a pen in my hand, holdin a plan
See thru the tears, beat to my ear and mouth to my mic
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