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Bup-ba . . .
Ye,
It's all good, when it all goes away.
Ye,
It's like it didn't even happen, if you really think about it . . .
Huh.
I think it's time you rap with me.
Ye.
depicted as a fool, i've developed bad behaviours -
only lookin' for the tools to find the simplest of saviours...
mommy thinks i am proper, i got nothin' nice to say -
i just wanna eat 'n' sleep 'n' dream...
dream, dream, dreamin' away -
for ev'ryone to just leave me the fuck alone -
so i can take my shits in peace 'n' unplug the phone...
but no one wants to hear some psycho-babble gibberish -
eat, sleep 'n' dream in battles of a quitter's wish...
wish, wish, wishin' -
wish, wish, wishin' -
That it all goes away,
All goes away, all goes away . . .
All goes away . . .
Things got me down, workin' all day and still got fired . . .
Drowned in drainin' energry can't sleep but I'm still tired.
Bein' right ain't shit when it doesn't make you happy,
The trees roots are rugged but the bark is sappy
Lost my deck a cards and still dealin' hands,
even though I'm caucasion I ain't got a white soul,
Life's a dice roll and To the beach in the sands I've got waves of rotations,
Fast-paced phases for these strange slow places . . .
I'm pacin', pacin',
And waitin' for the someone to simply start sayin',
I'm wishin' it all just goes away,
All goes away
All goes away,
All goes away . . .
All goes away
It all goes away,
When someone does a solid when I no cash in my wallet,
It makes the hard talks hard words, it's harder to swallow it . . .
But the vibe is right, the timin's tight and you gotta follow it . . .
Not wallow in it, start callin' and revolvin' in it . . .
The cracks become the daisies poppin' outta the seams . . .
It's a bitch to be rid of all of your childhood dreams,
But I'm tellin' this can speak to anyone and all ya,
When you dip in the yellow feel of nostalgia . . . .
Empty in the tank for the wheels I don't have,
Messin' with the passersby always makes me laugh,
Though this shit is shitty why don't'cha trip with me?
Rap with me on the happiness of simplicity.
It's an odd day; when I don't wanna get blitz, don't wanna see the bitches,
Don't wanna chill in the ritz or the alleys, don't wanna eat or get the riches. fuckin' around with all the Sue's and Sally's,
It's like this is a sitcom I'd fuckin' cancel, all this bullshit I just can't handle . . .
Why don't ya just cut off my fuckin' head, and place it up on the mantel?
Just wanna go hit shit up, roam the streets . . . feel the beats and avoid the po-leece
Bomb the rooftops with my name in sharpened colors,
Another day more fellonies, still walkin' when I fell on my knees,
Too bad this is Woodstock, home of the shit-talk,
if my crib was in detroit,
Up in lights, in my dreams,
Jelly's still a Boy, in the small town scenes.
But I'm dreamin',
I'm dreamin'.
Just want it all,
It's all good,
When it all just,
It all just,
It all goes away,
All goes away, all goes away, all goes away, all goes away.
All goes away . . .
Kamikazi1 
